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We are the co-custodians of the forest
Birthed to us by Mother Earth herself
See the brave army of childless warriors assemble
Watch as we gather; aligned, attuned, adaptive
our army curls its way through the forest floor
we shape
we shift
we are not hollow
others disbelieve this band of sisters can have the qualities for this task
others feel relieved we can take the wheel - they already feel they carry too much
"Let them" say the breastfeeding mothers "I am too tired. Wake me when it's done"
The childfull holdback; ready to swoop in and claim the last glorious goal.
Claim the crowded podium they work so hard for and jostle to own
The barren sisters gather
these slings and arrows they are used to
they share a glint in their eye
a shared peripheral vision
they don't need a fanfare to announce their arrival
their confidence grows in their numbers
see them rise from under the moss blankets and sleepy hollows
holding their flag high
no challenge too great
no doubts overwhelm them
they already know there is no glory in a perceived pecking order
with their ruminating hands they gather pace through the forest
they appear like nimble deer in the hedgerows
picking their way to higher ground
Their shredded flag is noble and stoic
It leads the way
A siren call for others
The rightful custodians of the forests have arrived
We are here now
We feel no need to turn back
Marvel at our power and Grace
The forest is safe now