Mundane Miracles?
Quadru-haiku
I am the grower.
I feed the roots, produce life.
Mundane miracles?
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I am the quencher.
I fill the body and planet.
Mundane miracles?
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I am the mover.
I roar and hum while unseen.
Mundane miracles?
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I am the sparker.
I engulf and change with touch.
Mundane miracles?
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Comments (4)
i love the story and the repetition of mundane miracles
This is beautiful, best of luck!
Wow, very well crafted! Keep up the good work! In return for your amazing work, please visit my public profile to find my recent entries for the Quadru haiku challenge!
Yes! I love this! I tell my kids all the time, “The magic is in the mundane.” Keep’em coming. IH