Her eyes are set deep,
Dark and profound,
Blue and crystalline,
Full of mysteries,

In spring she dresses in green,
She is joyful, full of life,
Autumn brings another dress,
Hues of brown, red, and orange,

She keeps balance,
Destroying, resetting the land,
Her nature is beautiful,
The original scenery,

She watches he children,
Keeping them safe,
Even when they take her,
And abuse her resources,

Her storms and catastrophes,
Are like a mother's hand,
Spanking, teaching her children,
Quickly replaced by love,

She does not hate,
She cannot hold a grudge,
She can only love,
And passively watch,

Let us love her back,
Repay her for her pain,
Stop cutting, and ****** her,
Appreciating her beauty.