In a meadow's gentle fold, under skies of blue,
A scene of tender love and care sweetly comes into view.
A momma donkey, coat of gray, in the sunlight's gentle sway,
Bends down low with love aglow, her baby's fears to allay.

The baby donkey, small and frail, upon the ground does lie,
His eyes a mirror of the world, wide beneath the open sky.
His mother's warmth, a shield, a charm, against the cool air's embrace,
In her snuggle, safe and sound, he finds his peaceful place.

With gentle nuzzles, soft and kind, she whispers love so true,
A language of the heart they speak, in the meadow's morning dew.
Together in this tranquil scene, where nature hums a lullaby,
A bond as strong as life itself, under the vast, embracing sky.

This picture of maternal grace, in nature's gentle hand,
Reminds us of the love that's found, across the animal land.
A momma donkey with her babe, in love's unspoken song,
In her care, he finds his strength, with her he belongs.

So let us learn from these gentle beasts, in their simple, loving way,
The power of a mother's love, to brighten any day.
For in each moment of tender care, a greater love is sown,
In the meadow of life, through warmth and strife, the seeds of love are grown.

March 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop