Mother Nature

I am the fog, ever lifting.

I am the tide, ever shifting.

I am the sands, ever sifting.

I am the moon, ever drifting.

 

I am the sun, always seeing.

I am the future, however fleeting.

I am the seasons disagreeing.

I am the voice that's guaranteeing.

 

I am the flower, in the field.

I am the stars that are revealed,

I am the sky that is your shield,

I am the earth that must be healed.

 

I am raw beauty, undisguised.

I am the time, and so the tide.

I'm scared that you won't hear my cries,

and fearfull of my great demise.

Reviews

[Jim Clarke]

Good but too desparate. Let's have some hope!!

[Arthur Crow]

Wow, this is a very hypnotic scribe.. has spiritual depth. Cleverly woven together and flows so beautifully. Thanks for sharing.

[Girlintheworld]

This is absolutely beautiful! You are overflowing with talent. I love you!

[Poeticpiers]

This reminds me of the old irish bardic forms