Poetry (words)

Within this pause

The landscape…it breathes, every curve an undiscovered sigh. We scale its heights, our footprints the tiny repercussions of our existence. Without knowledge we clamber through. When the silence falls does the ground exhale, do the trees celebrate our slumber. This short window of freedom until we once more stake claim on the vast swathes of beauty. Our plots, our properties, our concrete mass inching further still like a slow ocean of ignorance.

Nature forgives, it battles through our disasters. It drowns in our discarded commitments, it sustains, it replenishes, it heals. We are blind to its scars, in all of our scurrying we see but fleeting snippets of life. In silence the land reclaims and within this pause the seeds of infinite life are born.

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