My Mother, Earth

On a misty evening, As the sun goes down. Cold air rises from the water, I want to be there with you. The wind works through the trees, Rustling and enjoying reviving. The sun warming the earth’s skin, I want to be there for you. When the rain cools baked soil, Feeding its malnutrition. Waking her subservient followers, I want to be holding you. To dust the earth will travel, As time predicts, it is inevitable. The universe won’t notice her absence, I will still be there with you.