Healing Elements

A connection with nature

By Xiara RuePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

The wind sings its song.

It cries tears of loneliness.

It sings to heal me.

Soothing rivers flow.

Healing waters surround me.

Wash away my pain.

I am roaring flames!

I will burn those in my path!

My light burns brightly.

Towering mountains.

Like protectors of the earth.

Guardians of us.

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About the Creator

Xiara Rue

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