Nature, nurture, mature

Root us human beings deep
While our fallen leaves
rot into compost
Feed us with wild strawberry and rosehip compote
So we stop complott
Life itself.

Let us learn to love
And hide away without shame
Acknowledge where we came from
and laugh about mistakes.

Look, the hole in the chest
of the chestnut tree
is where the birds raise
their little ones and feed
them with ideas of a freedom they´ve never seen.

Autor*in: Emilia Tapli

i believe that the children the visions and art come from the same place they come through the heart. through that we can carry them those creatures those souls. as mamas and midwifes and fertilize soil. my music:

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