Mother Earth.

Sprouting from my feet are flowers,

Growing from my hands are leaves;

Reaching from my hair is laughter,

Leaving from my lips is peace.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

The title brought me here since I've written a poem called, This Earth. I really liked this Lydia! I wish I could write shorter poems like this. I can't so I write looooong ones ha.

Great spirit here!
Antonio