This is a "Sea Song"
I cruise along
with passengers
to sing this song.

This poetry reaches me
like when the honey
gets sipped by the bees.

From the pieces of the puzzle
the plan is in a bubble.

I loosen the belt
and rejoice the help
from the cycles of her wealth
so we can both
enjoy the health.

Season her herbs,
with spicy words
she never herd.
I see her beauty in me
and sip on her tea.
Swimming in her vast what seems.
like a million miles of sea.

I love you "Mother Earth"
and all of your trees.

Expressing emotions that seems to me
like beautiful weeds.
In the crevice of the blossoming
the weeds all crowd around she.
The "Orchid Flower"
wearing a purple gown.
The spots of pink
and dotted purple.
This flower was sprouted
from organic fertile.

Eloquently known,
her identity is shown.
She's fine to be alone.
But she's never home alone.

She's not like the other flowers...
She only sips from the glass.
She's not like the other flowers.
She's in a different class.

No need for a fee,
to live in the trees.