The grip of rough fingers as you fall toward the ground
The taste of freshwater on cracked lips
The lonely glowing ember in a pile of wet ash
A lone shoot of green bursting from suffocating brown
The first pink glow of dawn
The hiss of a flame being born
A rain drop splattering in the sand
A healing scar on a broken heart
The flutter of a broken wing
The slight upward curve of salty lips
And the softly whispered word, "Wait"
