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Mother Earth

The wolves howl
And silently prowl
In the tears of the silver moon

She sings along
To their mournful song
She dances in the gloom

When daylight comes
Still she hums
She smiles in the morning light

She sways with the trees
And plays in the breeze
She watches eagles take flight

She walks on the land
Puts her toes in the sand
She is full of gentle mirth

She swims in the sea
Is graceful and free
For she is mother earth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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