The earth, she's our mother.

Her curves are the mountains, She moves in sweet rhythm in cycles and seasons, so beautiful & fair. 

Spark of emotion with thunder and lightning, cleansing salt water . . life blood ebb and flow.

Great spirit who circles, divine us your treasures, we wait by this fire on fur, skin and bone.

Drums of her heart beat, she bekons our life force, to honor her wisdom and cherish her dreams.

Sweet nectar of of mercy, the ice of the ages hold secrets of sages, we wait for the sun.

I bow to creation, her life giving sweetness, enfolded in rapure, connected, as ONE.

by Fawn (Ms Claritynow), November 16th, 2007