
Our first mother will always remind us she can take as well as give
Were I given five minutes of the world to listen I would say,
nothing.
The world is so full of noise,
we have forgotten the comfort of the silence.
We have forgotten that if we pause on our need to speak,
we would here nature’s sweet melodies again.
She would greet us,
her wayward children,
with open arms and lull us to sleep with her lullabies.
Our failure to remember our mother and underestimate her in her sweetness has caused her to send reminders of her wrath.
But given a moment of silence we may hear her at last.
About the Creator
Azrael’s Aesthetics
just a small girl, writing in the big world. Hoping to change the world one reader at a time. I post mostly poetry but am soon to be working on short stories.




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