My Mother Nature
She's warm,
bringing brightness
at the end of each storm.
Embracing morning with a kiss.
Reborn.
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.
Undiscovered
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.
Beloved.
She's me.
And I am Her.
So much alike you see,
reflecting my Mother Nature
in me.