does the ground freeze,
           in the winter,
does the ground drink
            all the snow,
as it cries, that winter
                     is over.

The sunlight does not
                   tell me
winter is fleeing swiftly,
         nor the moonlight,
just the tears of every
                    snowflake.

Mother Earth catches
            those drops
and keeps them as
              memories,
              precious to,
deep in her heart she
           holds each drop
until
the sky longs to whistle
a sad song and drink anything
that will become cloud tears,
dropping by the millions,
to
free fall
their way
to where
they began the journey, how
old is the oldest drop of moisture...
possibly as old as your first tear.
Mother...


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