Nature´s Keeper

The sunshine is kinder than my queen,

Her mirror is cracked from her lies and deception.

The trees lend a stronger shoulder on which to lean,

For my queen is feeble from watching her hearts cremation.

It grew colder and denser until, a heart? She had none.

The streams that whisper have much sweeter a voice,

Than my queen who banished the villagers fun.

I am a princess, her daughter not by choice.

I have a power hidden deep in my shaking bones,

One of which nobody knows.

I am a ruler, not of mankind, but of nature and her clones,

I know why and where each peaceful river flows.

I guide the steps of the newborn fawn,

And heal the wounds of the brave battered fighters.

I wake with nature, when everything gazes on the beautiful face of dawn,

Past the manicured lawn and deep into the tranquil forest,

Shrouded in a icy blanket of early morning mist.

I am the queen, yet not of mankind whom is the cruelest,

I am the queen of the innocence of nature in it's bliss.

I rule my land on a throne of gentle vines,

Watching my children play and protecting them from the hands of men.

I listen to the stream sing in flowing lines,

I look at my peaceful kingdom and breathe in the zen feeling of releasing the world's migraine.