Mother... Oh mother... A lovely woman are you not?
Mother, oh mother, you provide for not just yourself, but your children you beget of your lot.
From the seas
To the trees
To the supple ripe juice of the fruits that are mature ovaries;
Mother, oh mother, you do not coddle, but provide and filter that which are fit for thee.
Mother Nature in her nature showers.
Mother Nature in her nature devours.
Mother Nature in her nature flowers.
Mother Nature in her nature empowers.
Mother Nature in her nature she selects naturally.
Mother Nature in her nature favors those who survive rather admirably.
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This poem was originally published in my fiction story, "Burn."
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Thavien, this was a beautifully written poem! I love the formatting of each line being paired with an image, great work!
Fantastic!!! The words and images are fabulous!!! Loved it!!!
I really like how you matched the images to the verses of the poem. Beautiful!
Mother Nature in her nature devours. That was my favourite line. It made me think of earthquakes, tsunamis and all other natural disasters where Mother Nature devours us. Human sacrifice.
Awesome poem that celebrates all that is mother nature and what it means to be a mother.
That was quite lovely :) I enjoyed all the images to go with your words.