Remember, she calls with budding trees as life awakes from winter sleep.
Remember, she sings through tossing grass fields as wind warms upon the sea.
Remember, she cries between thunder claps as rain falls down dancing off blossoms of white.
Remember, she whispers holding us close, her arms of life binding all together.
You are reborn, refreshed, and renewed.
Speaks always, our Mother of the Earth.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.