Gedicht

Uit de losse pols, hoewel die af en toe wel durft te kraken ^^


Crust

Flowers bloom in spring's embrace,
warmed by the touch of a strengthening sun,
enchanted by its light they grow and flourish,
nourished by a breathing soil,

They live and prosper,
whimper when time's not right,
an earth that moves cannot remain,
a home for all, but specks of rain,

Ever changing, in whims and gashes,
folds that heal and rocks that shatter,
ever changing, under an endless sky,
a blanket for a sleeping god.