In bottle green water
the sky glances demurely at her reflection,
the great expanse of her complexion  
freckled with her feathered children
cooing their boundless admiration,
as she beckons them further into her loving embrace.

The earth reaches out tall pines,
straining to touch the sky’s sweet face,
and the sky kisses each bough,
Blessing each roost, that when she rest,
the earth might welcome her children with tenderness
To sleep cradled in her many arms.