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marcel
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since 2003-03-02

Posts 660
az, usa

0 posted 2003-05-06 02:37 PM

A Mother’s Cry

Once upon a time
There lived a sad woman,
Who dreamed of being a mother,
In her eternal sleep.
She dreamed and silently sang
A song of life;
And what a beautiful voice she had,
A voice that carried throughout time and space,
Finally falling upon the ears of an omnipotent being,
Now hearing the cries of a distant child.
And as a Father is apt to do,
He grants His daughter that dreaming wish.

It is the childish affection of a flowery breeze
That awakens Mother Earth.
Yawning, from an ageless sleep
She slowly focuses on her surroundings,
And she knew this was daughter Spring.
The sweetest and most adored of all her children.
Spring, whose presence signifies the beginning of life,
And the warming of the deepest cold.
But as beauty so often does,
She vanishes without being seen,
Leaving behind tears of sadness.

As a warm breeze,
And temperamental entity,
Embraces His mother with a fiery love.
Mother Earth lovingly returns the embrace of her son, Summer.
Summer, whose presence brightens the sky,
And saturates the air with the waters of life.

But a strong jealous wind chases away Summer,
Not wanting to share the love of her mother.
Fall has arrived, causing the trees to bow
And the leaves to dance in celebration;
A colorful display of greeting to the mother of all that is.
Reminding Mother Earth to give thanks to the Great One,
By harvesting the fruits of her labor as an offering.
Mother Earth then rocks her son, Fall, to sleep.
Singing a sweet lullaby of promise and hope.

Suddenly, a strange chill overcomes Mother Earth,
Threatening to return her to that endless sleep;
As Fall slips from her mother’s loving hands,
Becoming white tear drops of ice,
Descending from the sky,
Before being blown away by a cold harsh wind,
That smiles upon His Mother.
A child can be fickle at times,
And icicles of love can pierce the heart,
As Mother Earth slowly drifts to a deep slumber,
Finally understanding her son, Winter.
Perhaps angry at being the last born,
Or maybe his expression of love has an ultimate purpose;
A love that only a Mother and child can understand.
Mother Earth then smiles,
Seeing the irony in her thoughts,
While Winter freezes time and a dream
With a final kiss,
As Mother Earth awaits the return of her first born.

Marcel

Justbleu
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since 1999-08-31

Posts 3329
Oregon, Originally From Alaska :)

1 posted 2003-05-07 10:35 AM

A very imaginative write!!!!
I enjoyed this!!!!
Bridgette

"Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown

Brad Majors

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since 2001-04-03

Posts 2647
Georgia

2 posted 2003-05-07 05:23 PM

nicely done

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