MOTHER EARTH

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Red is the grass beneath me.

Dry is the air I must breathe.

Roots spiral from my battered core.

The earth will shelter and protect me.

I will flourish in this forsaken place.

PETALS TO THE SKY

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Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.

A NEW BEGINNING

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in staccato rhythm.

A constant 

and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed down with water.

Flowers lift their shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds dry out.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

THE BARRIER

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A fence for protection.

To keep out the storm.

To keep us safe and dry.

But the winds growl in return.

Raising their heads in fury.

Rising to new heights.

To break the barriers.

They come with brute force.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE RAIN

Dreary.

Wet.

Dark.

Alone.

Inside.

Quiet.

Dry.

Safe.

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WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

Wilting.
Dry.
Strength taken
by the hot sun.
Need moisture.
Need shade.
Wait for the night.
Wait for the moon
to soothe your pain.
Dew in the morning to
to quench your thirst.
Be ready for a new day.

HANG OUT TO DRY

HANG OUT TO DRY

sweetruffles:

I need to dry off.
Should I hang out here
with the clothes?

THE RAIN

zen-mommy:

RAIN CAN BE SOOTHING.
THE SOUND OF ITS PATTER ON THE ROOF.
THE FRESH SMELL OF WET GRASS.
WATCHING IT FALL ON PEOPLE AND CARS.
YES, IT CAN BE SOOTHING
IF YOU’RE WARM AND DRY.

EXTREME NATURE

inebriatedpony:

gifdrome:

AT TIMES MOTHER NATURE IS TOO EXTREME.

SHE GIVES TOO MUCH RAIN OR SNOW.

SOMETIMES, TOO MUCH HEAT AND HUMIDITY.

EVERYTHING IS BETTER IN MODERATION.