She only wanted peace; she wanted her voice to be heard through endless rivers and the highest mountains, but she resided only to be the whispers of the wind that drifted.
She was the sandbox that so graciously surrounded our bodies with millions of stardust stones.
She was the ripest berries that dangled from vine to vine.
She fills our lungs with pinecone-scented air and provided you with the resource to remain full. Her subtle vibrations of life.
She gives this to all of her people; everyone of us, but yet we gift her with biodiversity loss, ecosystem collapse, and unbearable climate change pollution, deforestation and contamination.
She only wanted peace but we grant her discomfort, difficulties, and hardship. The mother of all mothers is disrespected time and time again.
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