Mother Earth

Everything seems bright tonight, on this cold winter night. The small lights of the city hang like frozen fireflies in the mist, their stillness reflected in the absence of life across the waste ground.

I glance up at my son, smiling down at me, his silver face casting shadows across the grass, the dark silhouettes of the trees tickling me. He is smiling at his sister, hiding beyond the distant hills.

“Sleep now, my dear daughter”, I whisper to her. " Tomorrow we shall play our games again."

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