She's an early bird like a morning sunrise.
She cooks so well like a fair maiden fairy.
She open the curtains like an angel in disguise.
She cleans our sweet home finely.
Sometimes when she's extremely angry,
Her whole world frowns and cry like a thunder storm.
Maybe she's beauteous but definitely scary.
But deep down inside of her red core, she's really warm.
Be fond of her weary smile with all your heart.
She will give you more love than you ever do.
In her life, you are the best part.
Being whatever or whomever you are, she still accepts you.
Let your close ears open and hear her guidance.
Because when her golden clock ticks' stop,
There will be no chance.
You can't turn back time for whatever you drop.
Keep her heart-sayings when she's still there.
Healing your wounded heart like a white witch.
Even you're out of nowhere,
She still finds you in her wide ocean beach.
Always waiting for your comeback.
Willing to listen about your untold story.
Remember, she always have your back.
Always accepting our unending sorry.
We are the children of her beautiful Earth.
We should accept, understand, and love her wholeheartedly.
Because she take care of us in her living watery oval before our birth.
And she is our Mother Earth Lily.
This poem was dedicated for my mother.