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I
Steady hands till soil
And caress the gentle seed
Within the garden
II
Soft rain nourishes
The sapling which will become
A mighty oak tree
III
Consuming all in
Its path, fire devours until
Only ash remains.
IV
Summer winds give wings
To quiet leaves and flowers
Which dance in the air
About the Creator
Ash Taylor
He/Him
Bachelors of Media and Communications, currently battling my way through a Masters in Journalism. Working in radio telling stories, and writing on the weekend. Making my way through my 400 odd backlog of books.
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Another excellent piece!