Mother Earth

    Mother Earth   

Mother Earth

May bare feet rest cool in pooled puddles of spring

born of raindrop's congregation that with elation sings

of creatures on wing and every quiet crawling thing

that walks in awe of a breath-taking beauty that she brings.

For she is everything and anything dripping goodness of earth,

born of each dire desire for a more joyous mirth,

worn weary by torn journeys of life's defiant birth

that brings forth tomorrow's promise of a hallowed, holier worth. 

For none can neither replace, nor can one deny,

her rising breath rush across a clouded moonlit sky,

her wishful waves that swish resistant sands aside

to rip into a thrashing, soulful crashing tide,

left lonely as foam, slowly sinking damp to dry.

Never will one forget each stillest memory

of her touch brushing influence over humanity,

with a song singing strong her perfected sanity

through a past, a present, a future, longing for eternity.

~P.S. Colley~