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Sunday, January 16, 2005


Mother earth
the earth; a wonderous woman
this mother cradles every person in her arms of green, brown and gold
for even the oldest of the old
is her child
even the animals and plants of the wild

her temperament is perfect.
if you do nothing wrong, you will live with good whether
but if u deserve it
you will see the wrath of her rageing temper

hair of green gold grass;
long and waving in the wind
lylac, rose, and pink flower highlights give her hair some shine
eyes; great pools of green and blue
the universe flashes through those eyes
as she looks into the skies
the wind howls, the clouds soar:
all of this the aura of her mistical soul

she walks around the sun, HER own mother, and thanks this mother
every day for the wormth she bestows on her daughter
which gives her the power
to have the spirit she has
now she shares this gift with all her offspring

it rains, for she is sorrowful;
her children have yet again died before her turn to pass away
she whatches this happen million of times a day
so tears fall to the earth all moments of time

then her mood brightens and the sun starts to shine
for she realizes how many more live because she has not yet died
she must be imortal, for the rest of us to live

she is really a selfless mother
disregarding her feelings for the ones she loves
she makes sure the clouds give
her dead children a place to live
in the heavens above

her eyes shine with tears, but a smile fills her expression
slowly her broken heart beats
but she doesn't let us see this depression
for she must continue to give us life

life...she and we no its
...because of her


srry i haven't written a poem in a while (ive been at a swim meat) yet again, i dont like it, but actually, poems dont have to ryme, and this one does A LITTLE BIT o well, ill have a better one tomaorrow!! i hope...

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