You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.

Trees are beautiful dancers,
Stretching their limbs to heaven
Holding graceful poses as they sway to Mother's music.
The birds sing for them, happily.
Chirping to the earth's heartbeat
Picking their feathers clean
To fly off into the wind-
Her breath,
As She sighs with content
At all She has to behold,
At everything She has created
Like the militant insects,
Who live with purpose and reason
Who form even lines only they can see
On Her fertile dirt, they tread carefully.
The butterflies and bees and things
That feed upon Her flowering beauty
Spreading Her seed, expanding Her life,
As once again She happily sighs.
Though her happiness knows of strife,
A sour note in Her song,
A melody that came out wrong
Humanity can only carve
Uneven lines into Her heart.
Abort Her life, with hands clenching Her womb
Punishing Her for everything She has bloomed.
We don't deserve this elysian tomb
She's the one who has cursed us with our doom.
Abort Her life, so we can perish too
Her beauty turned to ugliness too soon.

-SLuR

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