The Story of Dancing Fire and Singing Wind
The fire blossomed and danced-
its song ethereal
to those that could understand.
And as she sat,
consumed by her thoughts
the wind sang for her outside.
It wasn't until she glanced up
and saw the cat curled in the window,
the fire twisting and turning below,
and the leaves dancing on the vocal wind,
that she began to see what was missing.
Life.
Life,
however small,
or isolated,
or fragile,
it may seem,
this was her life.
And nature was singing to her,
giving her a lullaby
when she so desperately needed comfort.
As she looked back to her book,
turning the page,
she felt peace wash over her soul.
She would survive,
not just survive-
thrive.
As the pages of her books
spoke of strong, capable women,
so would she be.
And that is the story
of how the fire danced
and the wind sang
freedom and courage back into her heart
without ever saying a word.
its song ethereal
to those that could understand.
And as she sat,
consumed by her thoughts
the wind sang for her outside.
It wasn't until she glanced up
and saw the cat curled in the window,
the fire twisting and turning below,
and the leaves dancing on the vocal wind,
that she began to see what was missing.
Life.
Life,
however small,
or isolated,
or fragile,
it may seem,
this was her life.
And nature was singing to her,
giving her a lullaby
when she so desperately needed comfort.
As she looked back to her book,
turning the page,
she felt peace wash over her soul.
She would survive,
not just survive-
thrive.
As the pages of her books
spoke of strong, capable women,
so would she be.
And that is the story
of how the fire danced
and the wind sang
freedom and courage back into her heart
without ever saying a word.
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