WILD
Sowing beauty.
The ground is hot, the sky infinite, and these stolen moments, forever captured.
The wild grasses beaten down by the sun, as if frozen, are tomorrow’s compost.
Our children will be their witnesses.
Growing colours and joy.
That’s the least that we owe them, by evoking them and embodying them.
A life in technicolour, and bold creations,
to feel endlessly alive the ever-gentle breath of nature awakening,
and the crazy power of the elements.
Harvesting. Possibly seeds of wisdom.
And finally, seeing the clear horizon approaching, the promise of a slow blooming,
of a new wild state, to better ground and revitalise ourselves.