The Hurricane Birth Dance

I am the mountain so strong and so deep. I bend to you from way down deep. You are the silky smooth sand. You take my hand I give you. Together we swim in secret passion. We are under this vast deep blue ocean a quiet trist becomes but so much more. Ours is a secret one that must be discovered only by the luckiest of deep sea divers. Only do we know we were lovers. As the waters cover me further you wash away and I am left to keep standing tall. But you see you will live on for I will give you so much more. With a mighty shake I birth your puffy wave. Dance my child, be free, chase the water, go above and go far, up up up to where you cast your eye on those below. Play my child for your father and I once played as two lovers in a secret world only we knew. One two three glide woosh one to three off in the distance is the wonderful ride. Days go by and you search and you take the path that your mother once took. You feel her warmth you feel that familiarity you knew for so long. Sometimes if you travel far enough you grow and become strong and sometimes when you least expect it the winds of change have a mind of their own and so your dance ends. For others.....One two three float and dance and be free. Life and love so free so free. Look behind whats that you see? Its a new life just beginning. You stretch out your arms to embrace your new friend. One two three soar with me. You know your never alone in the deep ocean and the one behind you suddenly feels familiar. You close the distance in the air you look at each other and stare, and all questions are answered, its your mother who is behind you. She is pushing you to be strong she is showing you how far you have come along. One two three one two three as she sweeps you back into the sea. She goes ahead as she did before with a glancing blow or a hell hath fury she swoops in and out up and down she looks down at mother earth as she knows she was a mother and a lover. One two three she floats with ease knowing that others are right behind her as they bow to her on bended knee. She is the mother of the oceans the birther of creations. She is mother nature giver of life to all!! Written By: Angela Zea