Mother Earth
A short walk in nature can remedy a long, hard day.
![](https://res.cloudinary.com/jerrick/image/upload/d_642250b563292b35f27461a7.png,f_jpg,fl_progressive,q_auto,w_1024/um89jfb2wyikbl1xggmi.png)
I walk among the mixed trees in the small, shady forest.
The Earth is covered in snappy, old sticks and crunchy leaves
that call to me, “Come sit, and hear our stories”
The bold shapely rock holding smooth edges feels cool beneath my fingertips,
as if a connection has been made between two souls,
it speaks to me, “Sit, sweet child. You’ve had a long day.”
As the sticks snap and crackle under my weight,
they teach me that being brittle will get me nowhere in life.
The coloured leaves are sprawled across the damp and dark soil,
they remind me, “Oh honey, the old parts of you are beautiful too”
Dead, dried leaves still hang from the branches of trees, and give me fair warning, “Daughter, remember that this life, all life, revolves in cycles of life and death. It is but natural.”
I sigh and pause, standing in the heart of the forest.
Looking at the Earth as she calls to me,
“Welcome home, Darling”
About the Creator
Chahat Sharma
Avid reader, passionate writer.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.