Hope Elements | Sam Needham

See more from Sam Needham: Our faces tight, eyes wide shut, Gale upon gale, winds of change, We braced, one step by one, This land weathers, age after age. Wind. Now before us, now beneath us, Surrounds us, teases us, Greens, reds and the deepest of blacks The crunching of gravel steep through flat, Earth Vaster than vast, Onlookers adored, taken aback, Heights to behold and stories to be told, This is a telling, a fable for old, Elements Subscribe: