Remembering Mother Nature (HS 142)

I have this faint hope, to ask, as I self-isolate
here on the mountainside below Puʻu ʻŌhiʻa
– the place that foreigners named Tantalus, Sugarloaf –
as I wash in the quiet, soft the filtering sunlight,
calm whispering trees, their branches breeze caress,
like healing hands, their shade enfolding me,
the continuing of our lifelong friendship,
from the time I was old enough to hike these trails,
I’m here to ask for help, protection for us from confusion,
panic in this time of something unthinkable made manifest,
we scrambling, how we need my old friends’ help
to bring back the one we used to call Mother, powerful Nature,
to come to our aid, and unlike us now toward her,
show mercy, forgive us, and please help to save us now.

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Happy #WriterSaturday : ) Today’s writing prompt is

mother

Use the #WritingPrompt to inspire a piece of writing of any kind, of any length, and then post that piece as a comment #Wribelow, or on your page with a link to me. I would love to read it : )

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