Oh Mother

Mother... Oh mother... A lovely woman are you not?

Mother, oh mother, you provide for not just yourself, but your children you beget of your lot.

From the seas

To the trees

To the supple ripe juice of the fruits that are mature ovaries;

Mother, oh mother, you do not coddle, but provide and filter that which are fit for thee.

Mother Nature in her nature showers.

Mother Nature in her nature devours.

Mother Nature in her nature flowers.

Mother Nature in her nature empowers.

Mother Nature in her nature she selects naturally.

Mother Nature in her nature favors those who survive rather admirably.

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Thavien's Tokens:

This poem was originally published in my fiction story, "Burn."