♡Guess I'll sleep.♡

♡Mother♡

Sometimes, I feel tired. It's nothing at all. But I fill my own head with stories, Just as I will yours.

Sometimes, you'll sit out at night and look at the stars. The sky. The faint, yet always present streak and cluster of stars across the sky. You'll look and think about your life. Breathe in the crisp night air and hum a song. A delicate yet haunting melody for the night.

You'll thrive in the stillness under the mother's watchful eye as she blankets the land in the soft lighting of the night. She is gentle and cool. Tender, unlike the father. Blazing and warm. Callous, tough.

You are at peace with the still world as it is. You kow you are loved. You are cared for by her. You let out a yawn and lay down in the grass, knowing it is late. Far later than you normally rest. You close your eyes, and take in another deep breath.

The moon sings you her lullaby as she watches over you. Slowly, you grow drowsy. Tired. Sleepy even. She lets you know you are safe. Mother will always watch over and protect you. Mother loves her children, just as you love her.