She is one for our record books.
She is purely in new style.
She is precious to our family life.
She has truth within design.
She is amazing so graceful.
She is the pentacle of free.
She is the last thing that I think of
when I’m going to sleep.
She is the morning when the rooster crows.
She is the daytime when the wind does blow.
The darkest hours and back to the morn.
Another day, the cycle still goes on.
She is the clouds that fly north in altitude,
the sun, the stars and even the blue moon.
We are her first and her last born.
She is our universe that once reformed.
She is alpha and omega.
She is the beginning and end.
She is constant on her direction and force.
She is Genesis and Revelation.
She is the war amongst friends.
She is the police, the jury and court.
She is the mountains that are peeked so high.
She is the rivers and streams that flow by.
She is the air that we breath.
She lived too much history.
She makes the gold and diamonds,
the apple that tempted Eve.
She is the ground walked or spit on.
She guides our sweet liberty.
She is the one place that I’d rather be.
And if one asked me as much, I would have answered as such
for she is especially perfect for me.
She is our coffee, our tea
our sugar and our caffeine.
She is the spark that flares from the start.
And all in between her acting skills can be seen.
She is the brilliant in playing her part.
She’s in the night and the day.
She has so much to say.
She gives just what one offers her.
She has dependents in flocks
that try helping what not.
She pushes through obstacles that deter.
She is a spectrum of wonder.
She speaks of nothing to plunder.
She is as honest as a head strong priest.
She has no limits to bare.
She has no moments unshared.
She is the most for humanity.
She is my life, my hope, my tomorrow
She is not mad if she is second again.
She grants me time to do most of anything
if she needs me, she’ll tell me when.
She loves all people of sorts.
Her inner beauty, the core.
She loves the magic that we all can give.
But once we’ve broken that trust
she may not like us too much
for without her humans just cannot live.
And to imagine her gone, plays like the loneliest song
that only angels can hear from outer space.
When she has energy bursts, I know, it sounds quite absurd.
It’s hard to think of her being erased.
Best thing about this moment is she awakens me
and I get this chance to simply say
that I am rushed to admit, she’s standing right under me.
Glad to hear Mother Earth decided to stay.