Your three words today are:
LOAM
LOATHE
LIST
In the quiet cradle of loam,
Seeds whisper of futures they’ve yet to enlist.
I loathe how time forgets their stories—
how roots grow long, yet names slip from the list.
Still, the earth remembers everything,
holding every rise and ruin close—
a keeper of what we cherish,
and what we choose to let go.
