In honor of the elements, a poem I wrote a while ago …

Encased in glass, I sit

protected, frozen, breakable.

I lay down my arms in surrender

to who, to you, dear spirit.

Hear as I twinkle in the wind, un-breaking,

soft shaking, I surrender.

Wind chimes were made for me,

by me, biomimicry,

I am a twig in an ice storm.