A long time ago,
Before the rivers ran and before the mountains rose,
Mother Earth opened her eyes.
And as you grow sleepy,
You'll wander gently into the legend of her first breath upon the world.
Hello,
My dear friend.
My name is Jacob,
And I'm here to remind you,
You've done enough for today.
Truly it is enough.
In this ancient bedtime legend,
We'll follow Mother Earth as she rises from her timeless rest and shapes the world in beauty,
Rhythm,
And peace.
With her breath,
The winds begin to move.
With her touch,
Mountains rise,
Oceans shimmer,
And life begins its first quiet song beneath the stars.
So let your body grow heavy now,
And let this old story carry you.
Let yourself be gently returned to wonder.
And now,
Let's begin.
Once upon a twilight,
In the space between stars,
Mother Earth stirred from her long peaceful sleep.
She was beautiful and ancient,
Her hair flowing like rivers of green and gold that caught the faint light of distant galaxies.
Her gown woven from the softest moss,
Drifting clouds,
And shimmering auroras that danced gently across her shoulders in waves of emerald and violet.
Her eyes held the deep,
Endless blue of oceans at rest,
Calm and knowing.
And her gentle breath made the winds dance in slow,
Swirling patterns around her,
Carrying the faint scent of rain and pine,
Of wildflowers waking under moonlight,
And the gentle promise of new days yet to unfold.
With a wave of her hand,
Graceful and unhurried,
She painted the first colors of dawn across the vast,
Velvety void.
Soft pinks and golds bloomed like gentle promises,
Spreading in delicate ribbons of light that shimmered and faded into one another in perfect harmony.
Planets spun like sleepy tops in the distance,
Turning ever so slowly with a faint rhythmic hum that echoed through the cosmos like a distant lullaby.
Comets trailed long silver ribbons that faded into the dark with a whisper,
Leaving trails of stardust behind that sparkled faintly before vanishing into the endless night.
Ever so softly,
She cradled our own world in her warm,
Protective arms,
Holding it close like a precious dream she had carried for eons,
Rocking it with the steady beat of her heart that pulsed like the deepest,
Kindest drum,
Steady and reassuring through the vast silence.
Under her tender touch,
Mountains rose like sleepy kittens stretching their backs,
Their rocky spines unfolding with a low,
Contented rumble that echoed like distant thunder,
Softened by distance and time.
Volcanoes glowed warm and friendly,
Not fierce,
But like the planet's own cozy hearth fire,
Pulsing with a gentle inner light that painted the sky in hues of rose and amber,
Casting a soft glow over everything and warming the air with gentle comfort.
Lava flowed like molten honey,
Slow and glowing,
Cooling as it met the waiting earth and turning into rich,
Dark soil that smelled of fresh beginnings and hidden promise,
Ready to nurture whatever came next with patient care.
Fairies of the seasons fluttered in next,
Tiny glowing sprites with delicate butterfly wings that shimmered in hues of rose,
Emerald,
And frost.
They moved in perfect rhythm with invisible music only they could hear,
Sprinkling dew drops that sparkled like tiny diamonds catching the first rays of morning and scattering rainbow flecks across the land in playful patterns.
Summer blooms unfolded in swirling pinks and yellows,
Petals opening one by one with a soft sigh of color and sweet fragrance that filled the air with gentle sweetness.
Autumn leaves twirled in a graceful ballet of reds,
Oranges,
And warm golds drifting down in lazy spirals that whispered against the breeze like secret lullabies carried on the air.
Winter wrapped everything in a soft white blanket,
Fluffy and silent,
Tucking the world in with care and muffling every sound into perfect peace.
Then spring chased the chill away with laughing brooks that bubbled and sang joyful songs,
And flowers popping open like cheerful surprises in every shade of the rainbow.
The trees bowed gratefully,
Their branches swaying in thanks,
While the flowers leaned in for gentle kisses from the passing breeze.
Deeper still,
In the heart of the rhythm,
Mother Earth sang life into the seas with a voice like rolling waves and distant wail songs that echoed softly through the depths,
Creating gentle currents of wonder.
Fish leapt like silver notes on the water's surface,
Flashing bright and playful in the sunlight,
Their scales glinting like living music.
Then came the great gentle giants of long ago,
The dinosaurs.
Not fierce in this dream,
But playful and curious in their own gentle way.
A friendly brontosaurus munching on leaves that swayed like dancers in the wind,
Its long neck reaching high with peaceful grace as it watched clouds drift by overhead in lazy patterns.
A stegosaurus whose plates shimmered in the sunlight like stained glass windows,
Catching every color and sending it dancing across the ground in warm,
Shifting patterns.
Pterosaurs glided on warm updrafts that Mother Earth breathed into the sky,
Their wings wide and steady as they soared without hurry,
Casting gentle shadows below that moved like soft clouds across the valleys.
They roamed vast green valleys where the Earth herself seemed to smile,
The grass rippling softly beneath their feet like a living carpet that welcomed every step with gentle joy.
As the gentle giants rested,
New life stirred in their place.
Soft green shoots pushed through the soil where their footprints once lay,
Unfurling into tall grasses that swayed in happy rhythms.
Birds with feathers bright as morning arrived,
Filling the air with songs that rose and fell like playful melodies.
Mother Earth watched with fondness as rivers widened into sparkling lakes,
And fish of every color darted beneath the surface in joyful schools.
Next came the time of gentle rains.
Mother Earth lifted her hands and let warm showers fall,
Each drop sparkling as it touched the Earth.
The rains danced across leaves and petals,
Washing the world clean and awakening hidden seeds that had waited patiently.
Soon meadows bloomed in waves of color,
And butterflies emerged from cocoons,
Their wings painted with patterns that mirrored the auroras in her gown.
They fluttered in spirals around her,
As if thanking her for the gift of flight.
In the golden hours of afternoon,
Woodland creatures gathered.
Deer with soft brown eyes stepped from the trees.
Rabbits hopped in playful circles,
And foxes watched with curiosity.
As their heads tilted,
Mother Earth moved among them without hurry,
Her presence bringing calm and safety.
A young fawn nuzzled close to her gown,
And she brushed its head with a touch as light as a breeze.
When evening approached,
Fireflies rose in twinkling clouds,
Turning the valleys into living starscapes.
Owls called softly from the branches,
And the moon began its slow climb.
Silver light mixing with the last warm glow of sunset.
Mother Earth hummed a new melody,
One that wove together the sounds of the day.
The laughter of brooks,
The rustle of leaves,
And the distant call of geese flying home.
As night settled fully,
Other wonders unfolded.
Gentle spirits of the wind carried glowing seeds across the sky,
Planting dreams for tomorrow.
In distant meadows,
Luminous mushrooms pushed up through the soil,
Casting a soft blue light that guided night creatures on their paths.
A family of hedgehogs curled together under a bush.
While high above,
Bats danced on silent wings,
Catching insects in graceful loops.
Mother Earth paused on a high ridge,
Looking out over everything she had awakened.
The world felt alive and harmonious.
Each part connected in a great,
Breathing whole.
She gathered a handful of starlight and scattered it gently across the land,
Letting it settle as tiny points of hope.
That would shine until morning.
Finally,
Mother Earth gathered it all in her vast,
Loving embrace.
Every mountain and valley.
Every creature and bloom.
Every wave and whisper of wind.
The imagined orchestra swelled into something hopeful and serene.
Strings and harps blending like a final,
Comforting sigh that wrapped the whole world in warmth and safety.
She whispered to the sleeping world,
Her voice warm and close.
Rest now,
Little one.
Tomorrow we dream again.
