She speaks
as the wind is her mic
Soaring sounds that only she controls
whispers of cold, hot, then warm
Loud as the thunder
Wild as a hurricane (both serve as correction)
Yet gentle as the breeze of Springs day to day
Stop for a minute, listen
then breathe in her natures essence
Bask in the warmth
of her Big Bright daylights star
and escape in her Mothers Love
Cry to her "Mommy"
When the need to run comes, as everyday life chases you
to overpower you
with unnatural junk
that slowly renders you powerless in it's mess
Your strength is tested
as you try and remember what she taught you.
Stop again
bask in her Glory
recall the love in her story (hmmmmm)
The fruitful and well watered
Paradise of Pleasure called
The Garden of Eden
Get back there ......
Her maturnal arms await you