By Nature's Mother Tongue

"The streams are my veins." Coursing through my limbs, the streams are my veins Just as the wind is the breath in each lung Blowing dry sand far across desert plains by Nature’s mother tongue I bleed the river and springs that have sprung Cry tsunami’s until nothing remains For my wooden children, taken too young I strain and toil for the soil sweating rains Aid by trees and bees and heroes unsung Covet unscathed land like ill-gotten gains by Nature’s mother tongue August 29, 2022 Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France For Inspiration: Quote #1 "The streams are my veins"