Mother Earth

She was looking for a safe space to grow. She had one eye. And so she looked inside. She had a heart that warmed her gaze.
She carried the stars, cocooned in her arms.
She grew roots as feet. From the roots she grew violet flowers and emerald green leaves.
Then one day her flowers died. The leaves remained. And her hair grew. And grew. And grew. They grew from a ripple of a raindrop. The ripples grew bouncy blue strands of hair that blew like the wind. She grew another eye. And a smile. She grew a vine. And this vine grew a sister. A sister tree, rooted to her. They shone buttercup light. Radiant as the sun.
Forever they circled in the seasons on mind.



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