Mother Gaia
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls.
Uplifted and refreshed by your green plants and your earthiness.
I lie down in your soil and breathe in your fragrance for hours.
Other gardeners understand.
We lie in our beds, watching your magic arise from the ground.
Tiny green sprouts of marigolds, carrots, corn, peas, and radishes.
How excited and confident you help us to feel.
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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