She studied the blossom she had found
Dropped from the tree
Its petals fresh and unblemished
It was perfect
Soft and delicate
Individual, unlike any other left on the tree
Or the scattered carpet that graced the earth below
It drew her attention to her surroundings
The majestic tree that towered above
The soft, lush grass beneath her bare feet
The hills that gently rolled out in front of her
She marvelled at the way nature just was
No one told the tree how to become
So grand, so strong and steadfast
The grass grew, without instruction from her
She compared the perfection around her
With her own perfection
Her hand, a remarkable invention
That now held the wilting blossom
Her feet that witnessed Mother Earth's heartbeat
The energy of Gaia that pulsed below her
She wondered how she could have ever doubted
Her magnificence
The way her form responded when called
The integration of mind, body and soul
She was one of natures most delicious formations
Sheer magic
A living breathing representation
Of creation at its finest
When had "they" decided that she was not enough
What had made them challenge Mother's artistry
How could they have dared to announce
Mother Earth had failed in her design
It struck her as absurd when she looked at it this way
That another could decide she was flawed
So, she put the blossom back on the earth
With its other perfect companions
And with it dropped their opinions
And her doubts about her worth
Perfect, perfection, flawless
A wonderous expression of the best
That Mother Earth had to offer
... and she smiled