Child of Nature

Tue, 10/06/2015 - 14:40 -- 96grat

Although I've strayed far from home

Mother always has a place for me

She reintroduces to her elaborate home

Her forrests dense of wise oak

Her leaves crunching beneath my feet

Her gentle wind singing in the trees

From restricted caves to seemingly endless fields

I am thankful for all she has shown me

I admire her sanctity wishing not to molest

I love my mother

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