My Mother Nature

She's warm,

bringing brightness

at the end of each storm.

Embracing morning with a kiss.



She weeps.

Tears like the dew

roll and wash down her cheeks.

It's dark, but it cleanses her too.

No sleep.


She's vast.


depths beneath the mask.

Unseen valleys to be revealed.

Just ask.


She loves.

Lending her light

for tender, golden hugs

to each tree and human alike.



She's me.

And I am Her.

So much alike you see,

reflecting my Mother Nature

in me.



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