She comes through the door in the morning
lit up like a Christmas tree
“I like your moon” I tell her.
“I like your pets too,
and your oceans and your forests
and I love it when you sigh
at the end of the day.
I like all of your clothes,
you always wear the latest fashions
with each season.”
“Your too kind,” she says.
“Your very welcome, mother earth.”
Visionary Hindsight - A Quotation from Joseph C. Richardson
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