My Second Mother - Nature

She ignited the string of words, The intensity and passion in my heart Her tender whispers calls me out; The wonderful serendipity of meeting her Everywhere I vanish, She lets me fade in her elusive trance, The swaying of trees, The humming of birds, The chirping of crickets, The swishing of leaves It’s a clubhouse better than us The ground looks like an evening gown Of flowers and leaves, vibrantly hued She makes me swing in her lap Every time I experience her ocean of calmness, I soak myself in the spring of madness And slowly she caress my soul And resurrects me to a different paradise My poetry is frozen without her, My Mother Nature