Mother of Divine Earth vibrates,
speaking in rhythms, in flowing river,
inside dandelions roar with wind.
She calls for man to awaken,
to touch her essence, her magic, her magi-sty.
inside the ticking clock.
Mother echoes in heartbeats precious.
Speaks in rhythms with curiosity.
Why has it taken so long for man to care?
She gives loving offering the rustling river,
grass that tickles, birds that sing
The animals, wind babbling brook
all know she's a precious home.
She offers her etheric hand for man
to join the party to dance
on a sacred home, a living history of love.
StarBG © 2017
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
Mother of Divine Earth vibrates,
speaking in rhythms, in flowing river,
inside dandelions roar with wind.
She calls for man to awaken,
to touch her essence, her magic, her magi-sty.
inside the ticking clock.
Mother echoes in heartbeats precious.
Speaks in rhythms with curiosity.
Why has it taken so long for man to care?
She gives loving offering the rustling river,
grass that tickles, birds that sing
The animals, wind babbling brook
all know she's a precious home.
She offers her etheric hand for man
to join the party to dance
on a sacred home, a living history of love.
StarBG © 2017
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