Can I speak with Mother Nature?
A creator,
queen of our Earth,
as forth she birthed
the beauty of land and sea.
Things grow lively
under her wings,
fall, winter, spring,
I wait for her summer’s dream.
Her spirit beams
a song so pure,
I will hear her.
A song so pure, I will hear her
as if she were
in the mountains,
winds, or fountains
soon I will come to understand.
Imagined lands,
she makes again
that moment when
Mother Nature answers my call.
As for us all,
she colors sight
like sky’s sunlight.
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