Mother Earth


In my mind's eye I envision her,
a calliope of colors and warmth,
radiating upwards when I touch the ground,
when I lay upon Mother Earth.

She holds me fast to her breast
while showing me my own way.
I catch my breath and listen,
to the calming interplay

of bird calls and breezes and insect grievances
as they scatter when I turn to my side
to catch sight of a squirrel who lands in a whirl
of chattering fur from up high.

All nature abounds from my vantage point,
I don't wish for the day to end.
The love in my heart for the Mother of all
is a love that will always transcend.

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