Mother

Nature's Glory

Mother

She calls to me in the breeze

Sending whispers of who I am

As I'm high in the trees

My feet caught in the sand

I feel her beneath my fingers

The essence of her scent

And in my soul lingers

The beauty of her sense

Through the tears in my eyes

The clearer I now see

Through the fog of lies

For her light makes me free

Her soul rushes from her stones

Swirling through my hands

And now I feel I know

That she truly understands

And now I feel you

And now I sense you

Now you are real

You are no more concealed

nature poetry
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Ellen Gibson

It is my goal to help others through my writing. I hope to inspire and encourage the people who read my works. Thank you to everyone who supports me. Much love and blessing to you all!

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