wrote this when the world was still quiet.
a small moment, soft and mine.
—
Every day I wake up,
Sunlight drapes across my eyes.
Silken and comforting,
As if Mother Earth held me close,
tucking me into her quiet warmth.
The world is still quiet.
I belong to this softness,
Just for a while.
—
(still figuring out how to say things in this language.)
