When woman chose to be earth,
she learned to sustain
She became the one who preserves every seed, every pain, every hope and neglect every song.
In her moisture, she continued to grow time.
And when man became sky,
he became distant, scattered,
nestled in the expanse, but never stagnant.
He was the peak, where desires became directionless vast, yet unanswered.
The earth learned to see a pulsation even in stillness.
Even in the falling leaves,
she heard their pain,
she knew the fear of the growing roots.
And the sky observed
this silence of the earth
with an unspoken fascination sometimes roaring, sometimes remaining silent.
The earth did not ask for the sky to bow
over her body
She knew love is not a pause,
it is a flow tolerant, endless.
Even the sky understood its own boundaries.
Touching the earth was not possible
so it rained heavily in anger,
it preserved it as dew in love
tears kept falling in the form of drops
The earth embraced every form,
absorbed every emotion, created flowers,
grew poems
And the sky began to see its reflection
in every flower.
Their love was not in touch,
it was in separation, it was in pain,
it was in prayers and it was in acceptance
One suffered, the other shattered
yet both, imperfect though they were,
remained complete in each other.
When children were born
they became clouds,
winds, fragrances
weave bridges between earth and sky.
And ever since every woman
is a little bit of earth, a preserver, a bearer.
And every man is a little bit of sky
entangled in attraction,
but unaware, of the stability that sustains them
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
