They spoke her old. They spoke her grey. They spoke that she had very wise things to say. But words did not come. She sat silent and still. She smiled at man fighting her will. They yelled, they pulled, they climbed her tree of life to reach the top. But she told them through the years as she raised above them towards the sky, that she was wiser than met their Eye. Her leaves would fall. Her branches they broke. But she grew and grew and yet not a word spoke. Her beauty faded as her intentions were raised. And yet the new child found new beauty to praise. The grey hair grew and new groves on her surface; it came. But the children came again and again without judgement or blame. They climbed up on her, and sat in her arms. Their parents came peaceful admiring her charms. The grey grew thick but beauty increased. As centuries came no one could resist. The wise silence that came forth from her being. Some spoke, "It's time we cut her down, she's lived long enough." But the towns spoke, "ALL our Love is calling your bluff!" So Generation to generation she never did cease. Because ALL of the world Lived in her Beauty Believed!
All Love of the Mother who Seeds our True Nature
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