nudging guidance and rolling waves.
Mother Earth calls for your heart,
she calls for your depths and your emotion,
she calls for your power and strength.
She calls upon you because you are her storm—
brilliantly and beautifully crafted in her image.
In her image of the green rolling grass,
of the roses and daisies,
of the most brilliant sunset.
You were crafted with the stoke of a paintbrush,
carefully stroking and caressing.
Woven with intentions of pure and undeniable love,
for you are the perfect image of unconditional love.