She is a daughter of the Earth,
No,
She is Mother Gaia herself.
Enriched with the soft soils and smooth clays
Molding her figure and forming her skin,
Bathing in the warm rays of the Sun,
Returning its energy through her radiant smile.
Her pores infused with flora essence,
Trailing sweet scents wherever she struts,
Sprouting plants beneath her feet with each step.
Her hair drapes down thick and tightly bound,
Inviting all critters to nestle within.
She is the gift of Life,
And so I give back,
Her grace was made for eternal worship.
About the Creator
Sincerely Rob
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Wow. Very vivid and beautiful poem.
This description of Mother Gaia is really vivid. It makes me picture a powerful and nurturing figure. I like how it ties in elements of nature like the soil, sun, and plants. It makes me wonder how we can better show our appreciation for the Earth in our daily lives. Do you think there are specific actions we should all be taking based on this kind of imagery?