the trees call out to me
grasses sing their siren call
birds warble their invitation
butterflies whisper theirs
the river murmurs its low, insistent plea
the spanning sky holds out its arms to me
as all the growing things hail entreaty
i hear the many voices of the chorus
and cannot help but run to them
instinct pulls me toward the mothering font
i am hers and she is mine.
So grateful to Eugi’s Causerie for this beautiful prompt!