Look around you at the blooming body of our mother.
Look at the sky and at the birds gliding in her breath.
Look at the river cascade while politely trafficking the fish.
Look at the flowers twirling their frilled petite petals.
Look and see the love she has pridefully given herself.
Look to yourself, for more than a moment, look inside.
Look at your hands: the hands in which you create art.
Look at your mouth: the mouth that carves gentle words.
Look at your chest: the rise and fall of your beating heart.
Look and see the love she has graciously given you.
Look in yourself, for more than a moment, then look up.
See her in all the wonderful things she created you to be.
Look at the sky and at the birds gliding in her breath.
Look at the river cascade while politely trafficking the fish.
Look at the flowers twirling their frilled petite petals.
Look and see the love she has pridefully given herself.
Look to yourself, for more than a moment, look inside.
Look at your hands: the hands in which you create art.
Look at your mouth: the mouth that carves gentle words.
Look at your chest: the rise and fall of your beating heart.
Look and see the love she has graciously given you.
Look in yourself, for more than a moment, then look up.
See her in all the wonderful things she created you to be.
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