Mother

I can see myself in nature.

The slowly winding waters of a stream

And the hard slate that pushes up beneath it.

The sheer drop of cliffs off the edge of a mountain

And the birds that reach that height so easily.

The soft hum of insects on a warm, summer night

And the chill of the wind in the middle of winter.

Sometimes, it's hard to see myself as these things.

But, in the same way that nature is beautiful and enchanting,

So am I.