Mother

Thriving,with all co!ours of God's rainbow coloured Angels,alive.  
I bow down,my whole being on the ground,with mother.  
 
We tend to forget how beautiful Mother is.  
 
Every part of her, breathtaking.  
 
At each breath,my lungs are filled with her scent.  
I turn away and watch the captivating clouds slip,slide,glide and then hide,  
over the bright blue sky. Entire delightful sky at night.  
 
Mother sits down and relaxes.  
I am comforted by her calmness.  
 
The early morning stare,gives Mother an ethereal appearance.  
Undisturbed by others and almost completely quiet.  
 
I watch the steady demise, of always available,  
Mother.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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