Her being is in the air we breathe in.

She is in the cerulean oceans.

She is everything that is and has been.

Her calm sunsets stir up deep emotions.

Her mountains soar up to heavenly heights,

And her forests thrive with vibrant green trees.

Her vast skies are painted with blues and whites,

And her flowers sway in the gentle breeze.

But just as she can give pleasure and mirth,

She can cause havoc and damage as well.

Her earthquakes are strong and shake up the earth.

When her wrath will strike, nobody can tell.

And we will realize as we are grieving

That her looks are often quite deceiving.