Over and over again

Image by Jamie Street

I saw myself desperately trying to hold this life together.

Like a mad man building a house of cards,

Until the wind blows and disrupts it all.

And he starts over, and I start over.

Jolly


The most jolly existence in this world is that of the wind. Maybe its attributable to its nomadic lifestyle. Always blowing, somewhat cocky, shaking everything on its way. Making its presence felt not by form but by impact. 

Carrying with it the scents of earth, and roses and dirt. 

Does it envy us? Does it dwell homes? Guess we’ll never know! 
envy you, dear winds!

Word prompt: Jolly

December stories: Healing through empathy 

Nature is empathetic.
When the trees have lost their leaves, when the nests have been emptied out, and their hearts reminisce, Nature calls upon chilly winds to console their cold aching hearts. The sky takes on a comforting warm hue as if condoling with the trees. 

Then the little ones hatch in a cold world and accept the embrace of naked trees so they warm up their cores for a new cycle of life. 

Thus they all heal each other through love and mutualism. 

Picture prompt: Serene