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Here is the hand, now white and cold
That rocked the cradle of the world.
It was her breath that gave them life;
She shaped their world of cold and ice.
Where are her children? Far above her,
At home in this world that she has made.
They never knew her, do not love her —
Her life is a dream that slowly fades.
She remembers sculpting them with care,
Each detail perfect, every hair.
She planned to make her dream come true,
A fresh start, in a world anew.
Why have they left her, let them bind her?
She cannot say, she gave them hearts.
Within, she hopes that they will find her,
Her life, her children, far apart.
She knew before she gave them life
What it would mean, what sacrifice,
To be the earth that gave them fire,
Imprisoned now by that desire.
She cannot move, her world surrounds her,
Traps her, ties her, as she chose.
Still she must watch — she is their mother —
As her small seedling slowly grows.