Woman of the Earth

Flower rises and falls with autumn's breeze, wilted and forlorn, winter's brutal decree, rises in springtime, its essence retrieved. The tree is single or part of a forest grand, rises to the heavens, branches like hands, stalwart and steady, gesticulates its plans, deeply rooted in soil, how nobly it stands, And me and me, came forth from the seed, a child, a girl, a woman indeed, tiny speck in the universe, a glimmer in my day, tree of many branches, gently, I sway. I am a woman of the earth have been happy and sad, laughed and cried, tread naturally upon land, a portrait of few, a grain in the sand, dear flowers and trees, how fortunate I am.,