The Woman In Me

She an untamed beast, you hide -is the queen in her wilderness jumping, running, shouting in her meadows of dreams. Her stubborn-ness, you hate -was rooted along from the hurdle ways she passed and hugged tight to the bosom of the earth.The earth a species like her have the womb to give birth, the breasts to nurture the lives and like her she loves to drench in the lips of rain,embrace by wind, hug her naked body by mist and cuddle in the warmth of the snow