Noble Mother

Graceful formation,
Silhouetted against dawn,
Wings flapping in rhythm.

The sun yawn and stretch,
After a heavy slumber,
To commence its reign.

The delicate blooms,
Gossiping, giggling, swaying,
Flirting with the bees.

A gift to the air,
Fragrance carried by the wind,
Embraces the land.

Making a ripple,
The lifeless beings gently tease,
The serene water.

Day saluted dusk,
Surrendering to the calm,
After the chaos.

The night songstress sang,
Praises for the silver pearl,
High up in her throne.

The noble mother,
Offers in great abundance—
How kind and selfless.


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