
Long ago
the sun
rising and setting
had daily witnesses
life bustled
animals thrived
one could hear
laughter
and smell
sweat
from a hard days
work
people and animal were
married to this land
their bodies were made of the air they breathed
the soil that fed them
the sun that brought life
the rain that quenched all thirst
now
their bones
nourish the land that once fed them
the earth
is never lost
~
So tiny, so old, so many stories live in it's bones:
lost and found
one dies
another
thrives
one dies
another
thrives

cycles
and circles
only
now
~
Read more with the prompt: 'Lost', at Sunday Scribblings
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