Mother's Art

The beauty of nature’s art is incomparable 

The way she strokes the ground with green.

The visual of dancing colors coming from her pores.

The height of a soul full of wisdom.

The strength of the pointed peaks that stand tall.

The music that sways into my ears and plays with my hair.

The way her tears hit me when she is sad.

The warmth of the love she allows from her lover.

The white paint that covers the ground every couple of months.

The transition of her clear skin to a dark tone with twinkling freckles.

The beauty of nature’s art is incomparable. Period.