She is a daughter of the Earth,
No,
She is Mother Gaia herself.
Enriched with the soft soils and smooth clays
Molding her figure and forming her skin,
Bathing in the warm rays of the Sun,
Returning its energy through her radiant smile.
Her pores infused with flora essence,
Trailing sweet scents wherever she struts,
Sprouting plants beneath her feet with each step.
Her hair drapes down thick and tightly bound,
Inviting all critters to nestle within.
She is the gift of Life,
And so I give back,
Her grace was made for eternal worship.
About the Creator
Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past, envisioning the future while stuck in the present
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