No matter how ugly man may make the world seem, i pray that the pictures of us in her divine beauty always help you remember how perfect she is. How every thing has a place. Everything has a purpose. Even you little cub. Among the rivers edge, above the waterfall, within the trees, across the layers of bedrock. I pray you find me within all of these things when I am long gone. I pray you always find your way back to the beauty of Mother Earth. For we return to her when our time has come to an end in the physical plane.
May you always remember.