She Is All

She Is All

She is the strength of the mountains tops and the softness of the rolling hillside.

She is as fierce as the Lightning bolt of a summer storm and as gentle as caressing dewdrops coving spring flowers.

She is unbridled like an unscripted ever moving river and yet as peaceful as the waters stillness, as it reflects the splendor of the sunrise.

She goes on forever touching everything as if she were the ocean, changing the shape of all life but she doubts herself as if she were invisible like the very air we breathe.

That’s just it.

She is the air, the aroma that comforts you. She’s the breaths of life that creates life itself. She is a Mother.

She is all.


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