Great Mother
you are - have been -will be
there
all along
through gratitude
yet again
I understand
it is through their bony teeth
those buds
from my body
I let go
broken wings
and in turn
your arms
unconditionally
eternally
speak to me
through the tree
the moss like fur
your embrace
deliciously gentle real
sweet overarching bliss
your turn now
you say and remind
me
do as I do
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