A Gift

A gift - each moment of alive.
Star-bound and heading for the skies.
Deep the roots and high the peaks.
Listen to the earthen spirit speak.

Whispering, a breeze within the trees.
All alight like beams the sun has spun,
or sleepy, holding everyone
within a gentle, easy peace of dreams.

Sphere of love that reaches to forever.
Warmth amid the icy cold extremes.
Core, the essence, centering
itself in all our dreams.

Mother Nature, Mother Earth.
What greater hope of mentor
could be worth infinity...?
(within a scope inclusive of her femininity)

A gift - each moment of alive.
Star-bound and heading for the skies.
Deep the roots and high the peaks.
Listen to the earthen spirit speak.

She gives, and we receive it all
in Her...

? Michaelette ?

6/11/2002
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