Oh this made me hold my breath!
smiles.. that gives mother earth a whole new meaning and dimension
Oh I love how you have expressed so much in a compact way. Beautiful!! :)
Ah! the mother earth she is the one who nurtures us:)
yes, it is a bit of something like that...the rebirth, out of the earth...is not easy....
Rebirth.. yes I would love that sense of freedom...
Oh yes, we all do eventually return to earth, our 'mother' indeed.
Born of dust, die of dust.
says it well and short and sweet.. perfect... my first thought was Where is Bonnie? she would love that puddle
I love the celebration of mother earth ~ Thanks for the lovely piece Gail ~
this is lovely
Beginnings, endings, and the beautiful in-between...
Mother earth, who provides.
beautiful write... if that photo could speak, it would say your words; this poem fits it perfectly :)
and in betweenthose timesthat made me laughand loveOh, that speaks to me....
Born, live and then die. Very prosaic and well written.
Roots - they are so important. Beautiful poem.
Your poem, so complementing this picture, made me think she had just burst through to the earth surface again after communing with Gaia in middle earth.Tigerbrite
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