Mother of All

All I need culminates all,

the sky, the ground, the air, the trees

winter, spring, summer, and fall.

In everything around, it's life she breathes

I put my ear to the sky and hear the call,

of birds chripping, and my ears are pleased

I look up at the night sky in awe,

and irritated by the buzzing of bees

You're a rose with thorns that I can't live without

You're give me hope when I seen none

You're what clears my mind of constant doubt

You're all I need if I can choose one

The mother of the trees, birds, that is rife,

You're the mother of all we call life.