Tired, she is. No words to speak.
Eyelids heavy, although she cannot sleep.
She watches, waits, patiently until
She has to act.
She controls the ground, the earth, the wind
The animals know her call and flee
She gathers the clouds, the winds, the rain
She hurts, but still she must.
She wishes
For someone to get her message soon…
Her plea.
She waits
She hopes
For the day when she can sleep, and live
In peace.
That’s all I got.
I asked who’s Eartha? in yesterday’s post. And all I got was this. It’s not really an answer, is it?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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