To Nourish Her

The blazing sun gently weaves through her hair as golden shades of love flow everywhere fine ripples dance upon her seasons’ face like a fresh angel , dressed in plumes’ embrace Then, chasing rhinestone of winds, she alights while serenade of fireflies thrills the night... her world thrives in orchards of innocence with bounty for harvested life, immense. Oh, I take time to cherish her breaths now... and kindle among bubbly children how to nourish her lush greenery aglow these hours might not last, I’ll never know. Pray with her and treasure sighs each day. she’s Mother Earth, soul in graceful display *for my personal use, it was only mine,* too soon, I’ll hear her funeral chimes. One by one rivers turn gray, I do see Shall I then weep or reap her tenderly? my soil, the moon; given back with intent because her own pure heart is heaven sent. For never was born a truer design than of nature free, from Creator's mind --------------- Inspiration from Richard Lamoureux's 'Pitcher Perfect' "The Lord poured me, a pitcher of time. *For my personal use, it was only mine.* A generous portion, it seemed I got. I wasted so much, I poured out a lot." Pick One Line, Any Line Contest of Richard Lamoureux written by nette onclaud