Breath Before Thunder
Toward shelter, toward change
Alone in the forest, I watch as I walk.
The trees bow like dancing into the wind,
It feels as if they hold a secret, magical meeting.
Yet their roots are clutching the earth,
In a rather desperate manner, reluctant to let go,
Their branches lean low, bend close, suddenly shaken with fear,
There's a storm coming and its breath blows all trees,
I gasp, and I start to run for shelter,
And as I fly with my breath, gasping,
The world tilts, the trees almost breaking in their dance,
Will they all have the strength to rise, to stand unbroken?
Will I reach my home before the thunder has spoken?
About the Creator
Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Passionate about tech, studying Modern Journalism at NYU, and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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