I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers,

My feet,

Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect.

I could create floods,

Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky.

But I can’t recreate the feeling of familiarity in a lovers’ touch.

The warm welcome, in my partners’ eyes.

Welcome to week 172 of Three Line Tales! A wonderful challenge to create a piece about the given photo. Want to join? Click the link Three Line Tales.