My veins
Are the roots embedded in Her soil,
I confess to Her ever-watching moon
And it smiles.
Her tides are both elysian waves
And eternal damnation.
All the sinners hide in darkness watching angels
Floating on the surface.
Trees are Her many hands that reach out to touch us
Proof that She's there,
A reminder that She cares.
That She dies with us
When we're in harsh winters,
When our bones are brittle and aching
She too aches.
She teaches us that life cycles,
That those frigid winters will thaw
And life will start again.
A fresh spring in our hearts.
I will not die only once,
I have already felt death's touch.
I am not who I was, nor who I will be.
Just like Her, She will break.
She will change.
She will wither away.
But She will never leave us.
Unforgiving, merciless, and unfair
She'd take our fragile lives as quickly as she gave it.
The Mother of all and their destroyer
She is both god and the devil.
She'll guide our souls through her rivers
Into her holy, ****** ocean.

I live within Her, and She within me.

-SLuR