She clothes herself with simplicity, yet Her beauty mesmerises all.

Like a new mother, breastfeeding her infant, She provides for Her children.

Through Her, livestock is fed.

Through Her, the human race is sustained.

How then do we thank Her?

The beauty of diversity, She carries within Her palm.

Every part of Her is designed in a work of art called care.

Her sunsets made of a mixture of diff...

She stood on the metallic stool, staring outside the window. As she was admiring the raindrops racing down the window he approached her, placing his huge but comforting hands around her waist.

She turned towards him, tears racing down her cheeks as the rain drops. He gently removed his hands on her waist and wiped her tears, sat her down and embraced her.

No words were needed because the only ...