Gaia
#WhisperingNature
There is no love quite as endearing than that of the Earth . Her gift of life to each of her creations from which she has birthed. A devoted mother who never stops giving, for without her sacrificial love we would cease to be living.
Her salty tears fall, with each drop they conceived the oceans , the white cascading waves were painted from the palette of her emotions. Her bellowing cries are the thunder that roars .Her tired eyes provide the sands of the shores
Every river and lake streaming through her veins, the blood that she sheds is why we have rain .
That originates life into every tree , plant and flower . Soaking up her love with each passing rain shower.
The grand mountain vistas and their crest , were designed in the image of her own breast . With their snow capped covered peaks , similar to her nipple from which milk secretes.
Each breath of hers is that of the wind , the gust of air that caresses your skin . Her luscious hair is wild and green , her sweat moistens the grass where honey dew gleams .
Each morning a choir of birds join her in song , till night falls and her symphony of crickets all sing along .
This universal language which all can rejoice. Is the whispers of nature that's heard in her voice .
#writcocontest #nature #gaia #motherearth #naturepoetry #mother #earth #earthpoetry
© DaughterofSaturn
There is no love quite as endearing than that of the Earth . Her gift of life to each of her creations from which she has birthed. A devoted mother who never stops giving, for without her sacrificial love we would cease to be living.
Her salty tears fall, with each drop they conceived the oceans , the white cascading waves were painted from the palette of her emotions. Her bellowing cries are the thunder that roars .Her tired eyes provide the sands of the shores
Every river and lake streaming through her veins, the blood that she sheds is why we have rain .
That originates life into every tree , plant and flower . Soaking up her love with each passing rain shower.
The grand mountain vistas and their crest , were designed in the image of her own breast . With their snow capped covered peaks , similar to her nipple from which milk secretes.
Each breath of hers is that of the wind , the gust of air that caresses your skin . Her luscious hair is wild and green , her sweat moistens the grass where honey dew gleams .
Each morning a choir of birds join her in song , till night falls and her symphony of crickets all sing along .
This universal language which all can rejoice. Is the whispers of nature that's heard in her voice .
#writcocontest #nature #gaia #motherearth #naturepoetry #mother #earth #earthpoetry
© DaughterofSaturn