"Two things that sound like "mother" in their essence, The gentle whisper of wind, a comforting presence. It caresses the leaves with a mother's touch, Guiding them softly, a love that means much. The soothing rhythm of waves, a lullaby's song, Crashing and receding, it carries us along. It sings of protection, like a mother's embrace, Guiding us through life's tumultuous chase. Both wind and waves, they echo her care, A nurturing presence, always there. In their gentle might, they embody her grace, Filling our hearts with warmth, a safe space. So when you hear the wind's soft sigh, Or listen to waves as they dance and reply, Know that mother's love is all around, In the whispers of nature's gentle sound. ©Anannya Choudhury "