Why do we find comfort in a thunderstorm?
I'll give you that - not everyone does
Do the clouds have a way of providing comfort?
Is it the sound of her presence?
For me, it is the darkness that succumbs to my window
Because while I enjoy light,
I must have dark
And while I enjoy the dark,
I must feel her wrap around my arms
You take care of your offspring so eloquently. They suckle on you for what seems like hours, but you will lay next to them and provide comfort. They are giving but in an almost unrecognizable way. You are giving in a way that reminds me we are one. We are one community that must look after one another. You are a dog and we think of your mothering skills as that of superior.
One day, your puppies will grow older. You will love them, you will feed them.
But you may lose interest like the litter you had before.
You are a light in a puddle of busy work. You are a mother caring like the animal I considered you to be. You are droplet who has spread her wings to provide life to the ones who never chose life.
Have you ever really felt nature on your toes?
Have you seen the grim captured by your 5 friends?
Have you smelled nature’s gift swoon over your smell?
It fears no one
It attaches to all. You breathe the air of our Mother
She leaves her earthly trail beneath your feet
You pick it up and smell its grace
It is you in your purest form