She is the beauty and grace of a summers breeze. Her limbs are but perfection and her love is deep like the roots of an ancient tree. She is a gift to this earth as the warm rays of the sun. Her
hands full of truth and justice; joy and thought. Her smile the
breadth a field of
chamomile and clover. She will plant seeds in you and humanity will blossom. Roses will bloom in her footsteps throughout all of her days.
Mother Earth : Where does the sun
go in the night?
The Moon : Tajah holds it in her pocket.
