Her skin is a jungle of deepest green,

scared by rivers sweet and clean

oceans of the deepest blue,

mountain ranges, sharp and grey

capped with fresh falling snow

pure white crystals a blanket of cold

she is layered in the hues of calm,

browns to red warmed by the sun,

golden dirt to feed her heart.

When she is treated well she grows a

rainbow of wild flowers to feed the life

that make her a home .

 

-s.j.duncan-