Sharing her beauty,
Mother Nature wears flowers
In her sweet green hair
Glowing with wonder
Her aura breaths through the airs
Natural essence.
Unable to fight
Her petals taken away
Replaced by buildings
Yet remains patient
Waiting for a hand to plant
Primordial touch
One tree left standing
Each leaf blowing in the wind
People walk on by
Only to receive
A fur covered paw, wet nosed
Kiss and tenderness
Where memories of
beauty once blossomed, now part
Of yesterday's past
Because nature is
a giver, a mother that
we take for granted.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
Sharing her beauty,
Mother Nature wears flowers
In her sweet green hair
Glowing with wonder
Her aura breaths through the airs
Natural essence.
Unable to fight
Her petals taken away
Replaced by buildings
Yet remains patient
Waiting for a hand to plant
Primordial touch
One tree left standing
Each leaf blowing in the wind
People walk on by
Only to receive
A fur covered paw, wet nosed
Kiss and tenderness
Where memories of
beauty once blossomed, now part
Of yesterday's past
Because nature is
a giver, a mother that
we take for granted.
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