She lies in the silence
Of an underground world
Skillfully Weaving, Sowing

Reaching up with quiet grace
She lifts the trodden earth
Nourishing Ground, Growing

With the touch of her hand
She’s the essence of life
Eternally Nurturing, Knowing

With beauty she feeds us
From roots underneath us
Mother Earth, Loving, Bestowing

 

This poem was originally shared in November 2014.
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