We Sit, Together..

Sitting in drought,

no rain,

wind,

smoke blows in,

fires are burning,

the mother is hurting.

I her daughter,

we sit,

together,

recall moments of joy,

lush and wet,

overflowing with life.

Times of rapture,

too many to count,

blissful days,

full moon nights

a blossoming,

the harvest,

the cycle of life.

Together we'll get through,

nourished by love,

a daughter and a mother,

healing together,

one mind,

unified,

supernatural

Super Love...