The Mother is the universe, she is what is and all that is is her creation. The earth is her womb, fertile and giving. The earth roils like a child inside, fitful, yet she holds it close as only a mother can. The moons she wields with care, giving light in the dark and guidance to the lost. And the sun sits high, the fountain of her thought and passion, pouring warmth, light, and love on the world as it turns. She does not watch, she only feels, for she knows we are good when she hears our prayers- the day when she must gaze at us we have failed her and her patience is at its end. May that day never come when we exhaust our Mother.