Mother Nature
She has flowers in her
Golden wheat hair.
Her limbs are tree branches,
With leaves at her fingertips.
Her eyes are brilliant stars;
Her face glows with warm sunlight.
She has a smile of dozens of diamonds.
Her voice is the rush of the ocean waves.
She is everything,
She is omnipresent,
She is ours.
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