My Mother Is Nature
The fountain of God's love
Her thighs are the roots of cotton tree
And the ground on which my feet first tasted
Her hands are the gravity that held me
when I thought I could fly without wings
Her fingers still taste like raindrops on my heated body
The circulated winds from her nostrils
beathe life
in her smiles-- I see twinkling stars
beautiful flowers from the top of Everest
in her veins-- I see oceans upon oceans
oceans that tide with the peaceful hands of wave
Her face holds the brightness of the sun
as it escorts itself every morning
In her eyes-- I see winging butterflies being chased by Blue Jay
and tiger happily racing with antelope
As the branches of her eyelashes stand tall above
Her chest holds waterfall canals
That flow down from mountains built in heaven
In the heart of nature--I see jewelries
Gold, diamonds that smile with love
She is as green as Amazon forest
The sky shows her eyes
And her body is Sahara
Nature lives in her
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