A mother's love for her child surpasses that of any power in any milieu.
For the measure of its power is infinite to null in any dune or plateau.
The visions of a mother and child would sate the ferocity of any carnivore.
Such is the hearty heavenly hypnosis where rage quells itself in its score.
A mother nurturing a child is but the greatest deed of all that exists to be good.
For a child shunned by its society to the status of an urchin, its mother would give it food.
A child may puke and vomit unto the point of its dehydration for all of life to see.
But a mother on seeing its child would contain that vomit with her hands bare and free.
A mother's heart knows no cruelty or angst or any variant of negativity for its baby.
For a mother whips her child to instill moral good than to pamper with a false nobby.
Monarchs and warlords of gargantuan ranks would battle all day for mere hegemony.
But a mother would wage war on God for its child should its life be taken as alimony.
Life is but a cycle of birth, death, and rebirth whose magnitude and flow is in a circle.
But a mother's love is merely in a simple straight line, a thing that tends to be ineffable.
You may have all the riches in this world and you may possess all of the celestial fame.