Fascinating.
The tangled webs woven.
Unspoken.
Tokens of affection.
The creature smallest to the largest,
Each tree, flower, and fruit we harvest -
all come from but one thing.
Their mother.
Often overlooked
trampled on
ignored
Yet still
She breathes life into us
and allows us to breathe.
But for how long?
How long will she endure the torture
the pain
as she silently screams for help.
Who listens?
You?
Him?
Her?
What do you do to honor your mother?
Know this now,
Hear her calls
every raindrop
an acid tear falls.
Newborns poisoned upon conception
before know they, their own reflection.
Cluttered by muttered songs of silence,
guilty serves the acts of violence.
Water, Fire, Air and Earth.
Potion, Spell, Blessing, and Curse.