Earthmother

 

 When I think of you, it is with thoughts of butterflies and flowers.

 I did not know their names until you told me, like a precious secret, 

like this knowledge was the only true wealth,

 and how lucky that we could be rich together. 

Perhaps I would not know to love the world from the roots up, 

as you do, without your quiet enthusiasm for everything that grows. 

It might seem a perilous undertaking of the spirit, 

to see what beauty is still alive in this world of smoke, and speed, and fear, 

but as I question if there is hope for us in the times to come, 

I remember you in your garden, smiling, 

and showing us that hope is everywhere if you know where to look.

 

- Storypeople -  

 

 

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