Mother Nature,
Woven into her hair are the vines of a thousand roses,
Her eyes glisten with the dew of the rain forests,
Her lips green like the Venus plant,
beautiful but deadly,
Long fingers stretch across forest and farm land,
like the branches of the oaks that she crafted from the soil,
Animals,
her children,
flock around her,
beauty surrounds her,
beauty is her,
beauty makes her,
And she,
Makes beauty.
