there is nothing more beautiful than nature herself
her wind ripples through the trees, rustling them quietly
she dances with the leaves and her shadow is long on the dirt road
one is never truly alone when in her company
she does not talk loudly but instead she sings from the beaks of birds
and communicates through the whispering of the wind
she is the mother of all
and she can be cold, yes
but never gone
she can lure waves to break for her
and she can erode civilizations in decades
she holds me in her palms
and keeps me warm
for the time being