((slight cringe warning))
Est. Jan 2020
Dear Mom,
How are you?
I really wish I knew some days
Today I sat outside and felt the air
It was warm yet still had its familiar licks of coolness
The Earth was damp and full of sprouting little clovers
I smelt the air, and I could tell even without looking at the smog-filled sky that rain was coming
The trees, funnily, were in this state between winter and spring
Half golden-brown and half green (on the parts with leaves at all)
I feel like I knew the Earth today
I knew its sense of change and discourse
I knew the way she held her tears, and her indecisiveness
I saw in us both the clover just beginning to sprout on her winter-barren land
And I felt her steady breath on my face like ink reaches a page
She is my mother
She is the one who bore the fruit that fed me, and who held the water which bathed me
And on such lonely nights, I swear I saw her pull the moon closer to me
She knows me too
She knows the first and last of my steps, and she knows my thoughts when I lay in the grass with my head to her breast
She knows me when I laugh, she can feel it between her trees
She knows me when I sing, for she can hear it in her breeze
And she knows whenever I need to smile, for the birds she sends are my favorite
And she knows just hope to calm me down, her salty waves are infinite
She loves me just like I love you, even though I'm not your mother
Similarly, you're both my world, unlike any other