She Is More

Heaven,

heavenly ground

The vanilla scent swims,

feathering up your nose.

As she graces the fields of dandelions

Heaven,

heavenly ground

She hums a song, as she whips across in spins of melody

Heaven,

heavenly ground

It’s as if she’s the purest clouds you’ll sail in your wildest dreams

Heaven,

heavenly ground

So soft

So close

You’ll touch it.

Run your fingers through.

Heaven,

heavenly ground

The trees and their sap

The wind and its blow

The clouds will rain its blood.

And She will not split you wide open, because every rose has its thorns,

but because She is rooted from the Earth.

The lifeline of the population.

She is Mother Nature and she is the storm you never saw coming.