This is but a verse of a vast and endless poem.
About the earth our mother, our home.
Everything,
Everything we have she gives.
Endlessly she gives
No library can contain her infinite knowledge
of the everything she births she gives.
Gives us ears to hear the call of owl, cars upon the street.
Arms to hold, to love a child, mother father brother sister lover.
Other and another and another.
So vast a canvas she paints.
To mirror, to reflect our states of being.
A river flowing.
Flower smelling sweet.
Being that hill standing still
An un-bending will of stone hard thought.
Endlessly she gives.
She is our mother, cradle of our soul.
She gives us everything.
A place to house the heart of love.
To stretching us tall wide and infinite.
To fly to higher states of being.
Everything we have she gives.
Everything.
From seed to growing food upon our plate.
Everything we have she gives.
Everything.
Trees growing timber for homes we make.
Sheep to grow us wool
Rainbows to amaze.
The endless beauty things.
Computers and the desk.
Everything thing we have we see.
She gives and give and gives.
No library can contain her infinite knowledge of
the many awesome ways of everything she births.
This body she makes to house our soul.
Grows feeds clothes us all.
Loves us with bird song.
Autumns glorious state.
Winters sound of silence.
Spring times possibilities.
Summers abundant feast.
She gives us everything we have.
The rain to fall or not to fall,
To drown a field leave it free to meadow.
Flow rivers to the sea.
She is the endless giver.
Gives us everything.
Everything we see, we have.
Soil to grow a meadow sweet.
Crickets sounding evening call.
Insects unseen, small.
Creatures of the oceans mountains shore.
She gives us feet to walk the streets.
To feel her grasses soft caress hot sand on beach.
To stand upon her, great mother earth.
Watch horizons move a sun to sink.
She gives us everything.
Houses our imagination relation.
Our prayers our hopes despairs.
How can we not but love thank and cherish her.
Sing and dance everyday with her.
Deep prayers of gratitude and thanks to her.
Who gives us everything.
Everything we have,
Everything we see.
This is but a verse of a vast and endless poem.
About the earth our mother, our home.
Everything,
Everything we have she gives.
Endlessly she gives
A Verse of a Vast & Endless Poem © 2013