Fresh thoughts grow anew within as time
hardens and strengthens our frail outer
shell. The recurring wellspring of hope refreshes

the deep-buried vein of our youth,
as the gnarled roots of each passing
season draw us deeper into the dark

temptation of our own future lies.
We are lead by youthful exuberance to break
free and explore the boundaries of Her creation;

while calmly She stands smiling,
watching with silent pride, patiently
awaiting our return; Her arms

open wide and Her heart full of indeterminate
love.  As we mature in the grey twilight
of our world, we are forever tied to our own

distant child by the thread She tied to
our infant hearts; occasionally pulled
to call us home when She needs a hug.  The cool

moist valley floor reveals life teeming
within Her numerous hidden nurseries:
the creeks, the marsh, the fresh-tilled

fields, the perfect, dynamic foothills; they all
protect and develop both the complexity
and diversity of Her beautifully unique

progeny. The rich, enticing aroma of Her
dark, radiant complexion; this host, Her nest for all
that has ever been, or will ever be.  Her love

that fills our senses and defines our
perception.  The dreams of the world float
gently on Her soft cooling breeze, calming

the heat of the frustration settled upon
our troubled, (excuse me) furrowed brow.
This light refreshing chill descends through Her

spacious manger while She unfolds a soft
hazy shawl, to protect the more delicate
toddlers as they begin to bear the fruit

She faithfully has nurtured within us all.  Our
Mother, Our Earth, feeds our tired hungry
souls with calm streams of reflection, smiles

sweetly with boundless natural pefection as She
fortifies with Her granite resolute conviction
sharing Her ceaseless genuine hope at each

sunrise, and flaming our passion with each
sunset.  Let go of your pain, let Her instead
leave you intact. Let Her comfort your aching

heart,  and dry away the bitter tears of regret.
She is calling for us. Can’t you hear your own
Mother’s voice as She implores us to rest

quietly in Her arms, to let Her peace soothe
our wary minds, to let Her joyous songs fill
our wavering hope so that we all may
courageously begin again.