Some folks call her Mother Nature
As they revel in her beauty
Contemplation of her bounties
fuels the maternal mantra.
How could nature be our mother
When we share a common father?
For the One who gave her substance
is the One who gave us being.
We may call her our sister
and adore her stunning beauty
But to call her our mother
is to slight our common father.
When we ignore our Creator
We will choose for Him a proxy
be it nature or another
Man will worship God or Other.
Nature cannot be our mother,
for she did not create humans.
God placed humans over nature
Our servant, she is meant to be.
If you’re looking for your mother
Look up to God, your Creator
For He gave your sister substance
and He bore you for His glory.
A mother’s hands are a child’s first home,
Where life’s gentle journey begins.
Through tears and tiny steps, her love guides the way,
Her voice calming every fear.
A light in the heart that never fades.
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
bird book lies near by
each presence marked bent corners
mother's sanctuary
Skunks stroll in moonlight;
a mother and her four kits.
I ignore her stance.
As CHILD awaits
their bubble to burst,
the winds of change
whirl in with thirst
Mother nature caresses
carrying SEEDS for dreams
bestowing greatness
for a child turning TEEN
Coiled around the Earth
Highly sprung, waiting rebirth
Mother Nature Lurks
Yesterday mother nature was moody, within time and miles
The sun was shining in bright blue skies
Then it seemed mother nature swallowed the sun
Suddenly, it would be gray and snowing
It changed, shifted, creating new scenes
It was like new days in one, with moods by the hour
Mother nature was moody, but provided unique changes
I traveled through them, seeing nothing stays the same
Heidi Sands
4/7/26
(C)opyright
Deep beneath the twisted root,
Where silence wears a felt boot,
The mother curls in circles tight,
A ring of warmth against the night.
Her brush is draped like silken thread,
A pillow for each tiny head.
With silver tongue and patient grace,
She washes every fuzzy face;
A rhythmic stroke, a tender sweep,
To lull her restless kits to sleep.
She nicks the clay and clears the air,
The mistress of her earthen lair.
When hunger nips at bellies small,
She answers to their whimpering call.
She leaves the warmth of huddle and home,
Through silvered wilds and woods to roam.
She answers every hungry need,
And gives her waiting kits a feed.
But if the heavy foot should fall,
Or shadow loom against the wall,
The mother transforms—sharp and keen,
The fiercest flame that’s ever been.
With bared tooth and a warning low,
She stands between them and foe.
In golden coat and eyes of fire,
She is the shield, a mother’s desire.
Until the stars begin to pale,
And dawn unfolds its violet veil,
She keeps the watch, the sacred trust,
Amidst the roots and cooling dust.
mother nature sings
warm weather once again
joy seen on faces
Onyx clouds of failed love
Floating away in sunburned horizon
Ribbons of light
Rainbows so bright
Gently inspire new views
Gone are acid rain puddles
Of teal toxicity
And neon narcissism
As new refreshing love
Like warm white water is welcomed
Flowing from sky into
My life like baptizing hearts
And hydrating larks in the bird bath
Love from Mother Nature
Encourages cycle of life
For plants and all creatures
Just beyond a snowlike field of dandelions
a green caterpillar munches on leaves
Could be its dreams fill his belly
sprouting wings with which it will fly
Much like dreams of romance
creating butterflies in my belly
Filling my soul with gold hope…
let the butterflies come
Out in the backyard
The snow is melting
Brown grass is showing
A Mother nature tease
Up on a small hill
is a rock garden
The rocks are showing
White snow surrounds rocks
Squirrels are out searching
For their peanuts meal
A cat in the doorway
Watching the scene
The moment we think because of the wonders we humans have built
we are superior than all the other creatures and mother nature herself…
the moment we foolishly fill our egos with arrogance, pride and joy…
may we be blessed to remember:
whatever we humans can build…
Mother Nature has the ability to destroy.
The eyes of the day are open
She has awoken
Sun shines in her imagination
The light of illumination
A living presence
She’s nature’s essence
Her true beauty precedes
The dreamer believes
Hidden & concealed
She will be revealed
Just one glance
She is the eternal dance
The spirit in us all
She’s nature’s call
A light within
The truth in everything
Dreaming the dream
She’s nature’s Queen
A beautiful revelation
A wonderful creation
Almost seventy five years had passed
before I recognised, guidance from above
In hindsight many messages,
so much full of love
No formal religious indoctrination, my father preached as atheist
my mother I don't know
But I remained agnostic, wasn't sure the path that I should surely take
always believed that Jesus lived, two thousand years ago
Modern existence, I find a challenge, so far removed from nature
and all of wondrous creation
I look to God, the greatest mentor we all have. I know that from within I must empower myself
but the connection He provides, is the base of inspiration
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