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

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