Mother Earth
O mother of nightingales
O constellation curator
She who sweetly sings the sunset
Kiss beneath that good moon night
That dark pale night light
Clasp your hands on my life
The waning of my soul
O she who breathes sunlight
O maker of milk weed and mountain laurel
Let your tears fall to earth
Bless us with your mercy
And let the world keep spinning on
As if we never walked upon it
This poem is about:
Our world