Mother Earth
by James Orvil Beady
With fire in her belly her head in the clouds
Cloaked with robes of blue green waters
Where is she from Who placed her here
And how was her path determined
She is mother to all
Host to the living mourner of the departed
She drinks the blood of the fallen
And stores the dead in her belly
Here from the beginning
Her age and history remain her closely guarded secret
Her sunrises cannot be counted
Her twilights are without number
Her hosts are countless yet she provides for them all
Who is her counselor
Who is her mentor and guardian
Who is her provider
She rejoices in happiness yet is witness to all evils
Can anyone understand her workings
Or predict her future
Is she immortal
Her virtues are patience and tolerance
Her fury unmatched and unequaled
In anger she knows no compassion
Her beauty is boundless
Her mountains crowned with frost
Her glamour the sparkling oceans
The stars her halo the clouds her veil
And the green meadows are the pastures for her children
Copyright 2003
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