Miracles
90-word microfiction. Prompt from @miguels4
Dogwood blossoms in Spring.
Fresh peaches, warm from the tree in Summer.
Scarlet and amber leaves that crunch in the Autumn.
Skeletal remains of trees waiting to be reborn in Winter.
Are these not miracles enough?
Gestures accompany sounds.
Sounds scratch into rock as symbols.
Symbols turn to uniform language.
Language binds cultures.
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