Mother

As a child we hide our mistakes from Mother.
We have excuses –
The greens and blues still feel rich and pure.
The crispness in the air is still there.
The birds still chirp and the bugs still swarm.
The flower still smells fresh and lovely.
The dirt is still cool on my feet and your strong trees still fight.

When will we admit?
Mother, I have hurt you. Will you please forgive me?
Reply – Punishment is necessary.
How do I make things right? Is it too late?
Reply – I will forgive you, I still love you.