Mother Earth

She awoke with a brush in her hand and a thought on her fingertips
She’d start with the base, a maroon rich like the soil around her
Next came the wind, playful in its mesmerizing tangle of curls
Naturally the ocean followed, and settled in two endless pools
What are two oceans without valleys and summits?
Thus came the nose and two shifty rivers joined at two points
Soon after, the sun settled comfortably on both sides of the nose
As the stars found their way to the heart, just south of the river
And the moon graced each ocean with shades of expression
She paused for some time, perusing her creation this and that way
Until she finally smiled, secure in the truth of her knowledge:
In time its true beauty will spring from each crevice
Bearing the fruits of the mystery that sprang from her fingertips

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“Mother Earth” by Azul Serena

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