Entwined in soft hews her skin mimicked the place
She called her heart. This woodland paradise of
Older than human time. Flowers bloomed on her
Always in bloom her modesty hidden from eyes
That may pry upon her beauty.

She nurtured saplings in growth told them
Stories of the old, this made them nurture
The words into leafs and reach higher than
They were before. Her whispers encouraged
Them to yearn to touch the sky above.

She gathered her children in the air they
Skimmed upon the winds carrying them near
And far. Seeds that would each year do a pilgrimage
To the furthest reaches and seed the ground  with
Her words whispered "grow my children of earth,

As fragrant as flowers her beauty was of natures
Gestures, each moulded to what was seen by only
The animals and wondering folk who glanced
Mesmerised in service they offered to be guardians
Of this place of mother earth, where her children live.