The Changing Nature of Mother

With lightest touch of the mother, drifting in satin a pearl like no other Comets that streak and grace the sky, crown your head and alight like fire Sadness draping in sapphire folds, Shimmering softly your spirit holds Embracing the world with joy and smiles, dreaming the sleeping through fantasy’s mile Warping life you bend and break, shivering nights do breathe to shake The glisten of dew that lights the bloom the shimmer of fire that brights the room In sadness you walk in might and alone, lighting the world as long you roam Holding the reigns of nature firm, you watch us ants begin to squirm