The Virus of Protection

It’s quiet. Silent. Whisper. Here.

I can’t feel the air run through my lungs... your love runs through my lungs.

Your touch runs through my lungs.

Your breath runs through my lungs.

Only your poison, viral poison. It’s attached to multiple cilia of my colleagues whom lay dying.

Why do you visit us?

What have we done?

Are We betrayers of your soul? Soil?

We only come to heal, heal all those around us, but did we forget you?

Our Mother Earth... we did. We laid ourselves at your feet for a respite, then jumped up with arms, ammunition, POISON!

So this is where you gather us in?

Embrace us at our death.

So then you may be renewed .

Ahh, Mother Earth is so wise.

A mother’s love.... never forgotten.