Our Mother Comments

She lives, breaths and speaks. I dream a land filled with exotic flowers living together displaying a spectacular prism of colors; purples, reds, orange and yellows, all are welcome no matter what color there's plenty soil to go around.
Birds stretch their wings for their morning flight and as if it’s their job to wake the rest of nature’s creatures up with a song of their own.
Majestic white capped mountains stretch into cloud city congregating, each with a story to tell.
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