My Mother


A spec of sand in the Sahara,
we exist on planes of ocean and land.
We are connected by the words
she whispers in our ears
and the seasons she feels
covering her body.

Just like us, some parts
of her are warm, and others
cold, but never is she
just simply one or the other.
A complex creature, it is no surprise
her children are the same.

My mother, Earth, you carry us
as we stand still, across the galaxy.
You've given yourself away
in order for us to thrive,
the sacrifices you've made
in order for us to be happy.

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