Breath of Mother Earth

The girl lifts her face,
welcoming the pure breeze,
fragrance of flowers mingling with birdsong,
her heart beating gently with the rhythm of the earth.

Mother Earth extends unseen arms,
embracing each breath, each strand of drifting hair.
She listens to the whispers of streams,
to the forest calling from a thousand years past.

Each inhale — a gift of strength,
Each exhale — a prayer of gratitude.
She smiles.
as if she has become part of the soil,
part of the sky,
eternal, free.

Serin Alar
Breath of Mother Earth The girl lifts her face, welcoming the pure breeze, fragrance of flowers mingling with birdsong, her heart beating gently with the rhythm of the earth. Mother Earth extends unseen arms, embracing each breath, each strand of drifting hair. She listens to the whispers of streams, to the forest calling from a thousand years past. Each inhale — a gift of strength, Each exhale — a prayer of gratitude. She smiles. as if she has become part of the soil, part of the sky, eternal, free. 🎨 Serin Alar
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