Forest is Mother

The ultimate mother…

Be my mother, I said to the trees, in the language of trees, which can’t be transcribed, and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was a mist, and they said they would.

Emily Berry, “Canopy,” Stranger, Baby

Happy Mother’s Day!

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Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud

Written by Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud

Hello! I’m Princess Rosebud. I share beguiling pearls of wit, wisdom, & whimsy. Vegan, animal protector and defender. Best ever Grandma.