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Mother Earth Seduced
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A very little baby, an infant. Only in this world a few days, kind of baby.
He hasn’t seen the beauty of a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis nor a shooting star. He doesn’t know how cruel one human being can be to another. He only knows he needs to survive.
I don’t know his parents and they don’t know me. But I know they must be sad and worried. My heart sighs for them. I know all too well…
The doctors say he isn’t perfect. To me he looked perfect…
Who ever knows just what his perfect nature will be, who he’ll grow to, what he’ll inspire in people, his parents, his friends. We are all born into this world connected not only to our parents but to the world at large. Who knows who his imperfection may teach. We’re all connected to each other in profound ways…
But for now, he’s just a little baby who’s struggling to be alive in this world. Not very different from you and me…
He hasn’t seen the beauty of a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis nor a shooting star. He doesn’t know how cruel one human being can be to another. He only knows he needs to survive.
I don’t know his parents and they don’t know me. But I know they must be sad and worried. My heart sighs for them. I know all too well…
The doctors say he isn’t perfect. To me he looked perfect…
Who ever knows just what his perfect nature will be, who he’ll grow to, what he’ll inspire in people, his parents, his friends. We are all born into this world connected not only to our parents but to the world at large. Who knows who his imperfection may teach. We’re all connected to each other in profound ways…
But for now, he’s just a little baby who’s struggling to be alive in this world. Not very different from you and me…