Breathe

For The Sunday Muse prompt #117:

** Breathe, in spite of beauty, in spite of the frailty of the blue orb floating free beneath your feet, stunning you.

Breathe, because of beauty because the earth hugs you like a mother tethers her unborn child fragile in its parts guiding, calling, growing feeding.

Breathe, because home centres you because wherever you are times and seasons are locked in an eternal dance

Breathe, because.