Nature, my motherly figure
Your trees, Your flowers
How they sing to me, gracefully
How they chant songs of night and
day, songs about yester-years and yesterdays.
All men and women; miracles. Even these words being miracles, at this very moment, as this moment is a miracle by itself.
Children, laughing gratefully, unaware of being alive, which is more worth than planets and sky's, for without life no planets and sky's would exist, nor would this poem.
So let me read books, listen to music, kiss my lover, swim the ocean, walk the woods, talk of life, look at stars and fly through the sky.
For I exist, mother, nature.