Bonded by Love

Once upon a time, in a world where nature flourished and harmony reigned, there lived a wise and gentle entity known as Mother Earth.
She was the guardian of all living beings and the keeper of the delicate balance that sustained the planet. Mother Earth had a heart that beat with the rhythms of the seasons.
Her lush forests, vibrant oceans, and sprawling plains were a testament to her nurturing touch. Every sunrise brought with it a new symphony of life, as creatures of all shapes and sizes emerged to dance in her embrace.
 However, as time passed, humans began to lose sight of the precious gift they had in Mother Earth. Greed and neglect led to forests being cleared, oceans polluted, and skies darkened by industry.
Mother Earth wept for her children, hoping they would remember the importance of their connection to her.
 One day, a young girl named Maya had a dream where she encountered Mother Earth. In the dream, Mother Earth’s voice was a soothing melody, and she showed Maya the beauty that once flourished across the planet. She also revealed the scars that now marred her landscapes.
 Moved by the dream, Maya felt a deep calling to make a difference. She shared her vision with others, igniting a global movement to heal the planet. People from all corners of the world united to plant trees, clean up beaches, and advocate for sustainable practices.
 As the movement grew, Mother Earth’s heart began to heal. The forests began to regrow, the rivers ran clear once more, and the skies brightened with hope.
Maya’s dream had become a reality, reminding everyone that the bond with Mother Earth was a sacred one that needed nurturing.
 The tale of Maya and Mother Earth spread far and wide, becoming a story of inspiration for generations to come. It reminded people that their actions had the power to either harm or heal the world they shared with countless other beings. And so, the legacy of Mother Earth and Maya lived on, a reminder that through care and compassion, the planet’s beauty could thrive once again.


 Celebrating the relationship between mothers and their children
 To my Mother
 Edgar Allan Poe
 Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
 The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where
Death installed you In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself;
but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
 “Bonded by love”
 Acrylic paint on box canvas
 61cm x 61cm
 24” x 24”