Nature Itself

The lilting dip Of the mountains Trace a path Back to what once was Mine. Her in her Sunflower running dress Whose imaginings Relied on the world Spinning with her The marbled walls Of a canyon Reflected her like A river Slices of wild and Ruckus granite Twists of jagged and Playful limestone The fires which Stole her Made her Forged from flame She steps out from Between the trees and Glides over eggshells She is, in short, Nature itself She is, in part, Me.