​The goddess spoke,
her voice the wind.
The trees bowed in awe.
They shook their branches
the leaves clapping
their applause.
Trembling trunks
as they dug their
roots in deeper.
Mother Earth shook
with a tremendous sound
asking the goddess
Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The goddess shook her head,
the waters washed up wildly
from shore to shore.
Rivers revealing
ravenous mouths,
lakes lapping lustily
at their banks,
and the ocean ostentatiously
ascended mountainous heights
as a tumult of cacophonous creatures,
climbed into the air and soared.
The mountains mumbled
in stony disapproval
as the clouds shed tears
of both sorrow and joy.
Denizens of the sea rose
from the depths,
the waves teeming
with breaches and splash,
and noise.
“Am I my brother’s keeper?”
Echoed into the sky, into space.
The moon and sun smiled
down onto Mother Earth,
and kept quiet in their good grace.
The goddess answered with
a gentle, but firm and loving force.
As the universe itself bestilled
and she replied,
“Yes, and he yours, of course.”
M. Zane McClellan
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