Mother Nature

She has flowers in her

Golden wheat hair.

Her limbs are tree branches,

With leaves at her fingertips.

Her eyes are brilliant stars;

Her face glows with warm sunlight.

She has a smile of dozens of diamonds.

Her voice is the rush of the ocean waves.

She is everything, 

She is omnipresent,

She is ours.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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