Gifting love of Mother’s secret. Blossoming in the comforts of her cocoon. Her Universal wings blows to Earth’s tapestry. Moving in silent grace, through Heaven’s wonderland. Guiding her children, through imprints of floral perfumes. Laying discreetly, the blinking of eyes envision the sounds of Mother. Dances of Mother. Motherly traces. Mother’s words. Songs of Mother. Poetic prophesy. Simplest of terms. Mother’s nectar. Mother’s love; bringing comforts of memory, from the Heavens, above!