Slave to Mother Nature

She’s dancing through the moonlight swathed in her silver satin dress

She’s singing praise to each and every soul on the earth, each strong rock and tree

She’s sleeping in a field the sunlight breathing on her skin with a single caress.

 

She’s everywhere and nowhere at once, her life a fusion of emotions

She’s anger like the peaks of volcanoes into their fiery center

She’s calm like the white sand beaches that lead to the deepest oceans

 

She’s beauteous as the sky above her is blue

She’s got moons for eyes and the blackest silk for hair but

She’s unbearably desolate with no soul to turn to

 

She may speak the language of life and sing to the birds in the trees

She may listen to the soil cry it’s heart out and calm the whispering grass

But she’s a slave to Mother Nature and Mother Nature is hard to please