Friday, October 14, 2016

The Subject of Pebbles and Power

nature poem
In the hidden corners of the world, pebbles gather for debate. A new leader will be elected. Many years past pebbles marched across burning deserts, Thousands fell to the might of the sun, crumbling to dust. 

When the debate died, the desert yawned before the pebble army. They  turned to bow before you, new leader. Now, as they march at your heels, power drawing power, they are effervescent with energy, ready to break their station.

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