The rain falls gently upon the lush green landscape. I sit by my window witnessing the sounds, taking in the fresh crisp clean moist mountain air. All the colors unfold as Mother Earth is renewed.
Wild geese visit the stream nearby, robins sing and chick-a-dees too, look, look, the Earth is ripe for us to take part in it's dew. We drink from her vessels, her blossoms abound, daffodils, crocuses, and tiny buds new. It's early in the year we are alight, what is this springtime we are in with such delight?
Mother Earth is changing with each passing full moon, shall we continue to see her in this beauty we all have found? I pray for her daily as we take from her girth and I take solace in her when needed from the world I can't imagine a time where we will not sit with no one knowing where this is their place. She has given us so much, NOTHING can take her place!
