She smiled lightly before opening her eyes
Taking in the first breath of life
The breath that would soon make way
For insects and birds, for trees and water,
For anything on the beloved earth.
‘Mother Nature’ they called her -
The species of bird, the species of cat,
The species of her breath of life.
They were fed by her, and dressed by her,
Until they grew and grew, and she stayed and stayed.
She never spoke, for she was never spoken to,
Yet all the creatures listened together.
They listened with their hearts during the darkness
When the sun left the horizon,
And there was nothing more than pitch black.
‘Mother Nature’ as she now called herself,
Brought the task upon her
To shed some light into the darkness.
The darkness when the creatures sought
To hear the minisculity of nature herself.
So then, The Moon was born.
A sanctuary for the creatures,
So they could be at peace.
And yet, with the Moon singing,
They still listened for the Mother.
Time passed by,