Whispers in the Wind

Behold the crestfallen maiden
Who looks upon her own reflection in the face of Mother Earth,

And sees not herself but the eyes of an infinite amount of mothers crying for their daughters to rise up.
Listen, My Child, Listen.

Close your eyes and hear the wisdom gifted to you from above and below.
Hear not the beating of your own heart but the life giving force of the whole Universe dancing rhythmically within your chest.
Listen to that crystal clear hum, that vibration of peace alive, and stand firmly like your grandmothers, the trees, for what you know to be true.