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Cult Of The Elements Chorus by Stewart Stafford
The breeze began as hymns,
Spreading through the forest,
Slowly tipping, creaking limbs,
A cult of the elements chorus.
As bobbing boats at a marina,
Invisible H₂O, dialled up to seven,
a domino effect, calmly serene,
Swaying arms, raised to Heaven.
Whistling through the branches,
Trees rocked forward, fell, then,
came with uneasy, silent chances,
Until the zephyr whispered again.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.
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