Our great mother
Every day the sun rises and sets,
dawn and dusk, really are the best,
the new lit sky a divine painting,
where the colours never dry,
they just keep mixing,
She is an artist, the greatest there be,
She paints with wonder,
She is free but She weeps,
have you ever seen the rain?
She weeps with total abandon,
She does not choke back tears,
and when she cries most bitterly,
lightning out Her ears.
She gives birth to all life,
every moment labour pangs,
and grieves for the lost ones,
as your death amounds,
you may think yourself a mother,
but She's the only one,
She gave birth to you and me,
even earth and sun,
the dawn is streaked with red and blue,
and the moon is nearly gone,
the buds and flowers open up,
to greet the morning sun,
to each is given the gift of life,
and love in every breast,
with these two eternal life,
She alone knows what's best.
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