The ocean's roared, rescuing Sky from certain failure for the Earth cried out for release. "Sky, now! Join with me, we can experience this miracle together. Release you deluge over my prairies, shower my thirsty treetops with your sweet liquid, flood my rivers to overflowing!" With those words, Sky could hold out no longer. Eager to remove them both from their agony, Sky allowed his tenuous hold on self control to slip away.
Sky could feel his clouds drawing up. They were heavy and full and thick with urgency. With a thunder clap he called out his pleasure. At last, he could hold it in no longer, and he rained down his love upon the Earth. Heavy drops fell violently, shaking her to her core. Her own love exploded volcanically as she spewed forth her burning desire. She could feel herself quaking all over, trembling all along her fault lines.
As the Earth steadied herself, she could feel new life taking root. Soon, she realized that she would be bursting into bloom and teaming with wildlife. She hadn't really known if she wanted to be a mother, but feeling the stirrings of new life within her, she realized that everything living would be connected with her and through her, that she would care for her offspring and love her creations unconditionally. Even if they would someday war against each other, even if they would someday pit themselves against even her, their mother. Even if- she would love them and continue to give the best and most bountiful to them that she could offer.
The Sky remained above her, caressing her growing belly lovingly, whispering encouragement into her caverns and canyons, echoing through the mountains with his joy. As the Earth filled with their Children, the Sky looked proudly on from above, never far from the Great Mother. Together, they were an unstoppable team. Everything that is, and everything that was or ever has been, they brought forth, through their union, and through them all things are connected- growing, living, expanding toward a common goal. In nature exists a special harmony, though each creature plays it's part and is often unaware of the symphony, each does it's own duty out of knowledge and love for the Mother Earth and Father Sky.
Beaming down on all of this, with his all seeing eye the Sun, Sky caresses Earth across her brow. And with a loving look, he surveys his offspring, sometimes good and sometimes unruly, but always loved, and says:
"Look at what we made."
Author's Note: Happy Earth Day, folks. I hope that you have enjoyed my story and will vote. Every vote counts and is important and I want you all to know that I appreciate your support and look forward to reading your feedback. I will try to respond quickly to all feedback that includes a return address. Thanks again!
