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As she whispers the trees begin to listen
The ocean writes messages to her in memory of her return
The birds chant Wake Up
But she is too focused on the Sun..
On the way it hit her skin energizing her soul
fulfilling her entirely within...
The clouds bow at her head accustomed to her royalty...
Easily within the woman
this species, this Goddess, crafted by the Goddess Nut
related to the eye itself
As a woman of divine
All along nature is calling but she's so focused too caught up in the sun
Only to know it is herself she is staring act pondering deeply into one's soul....
As she glazes her melanin skin with the frequency of the magical Sun
with Nature she will realize we are all in one...
