Emotional Elements

The wind throws sand at the sky as if to feed the mountain summit. A blind fury that sees no folly in raging on. The wind shoves through time. Rushing in an invisible blur. Like the sea slurs it speech and slows only for a moment of respite careless with determined devastation battering at the base crashing heaving blows like cries louder than the wind they deafen Like sorrow eroding from below scratching at the rock face carving out a hole to sink into this hardened surface to soften and break it down to create a space to grow This seed burried unmoved takes root resisting reaching inward for solid ground pushing outward and upward harmoniously out of unision in sporadic bursts Like flames charring matter black churning the light heated into dust becoming fodder for the wind and the cycle begins again.