|
|
Mother Nature Her hands are rough and worn, Yet smooth and pink as a newborn's skin. One bears a guiding staff And in the other a terrible sword. Upon her smooth lips a smile plays, The welcomed Breath of Life And the harsh unyielding Kiss of Death. The Wisdom of Time is in her clear gray eyes, Mercy and Cruelty combined in one. Her flowing robe is wove of rainbow flowers, Buds and blossoms, some shriveling away. On her brow is the interwoven sun and moon, Illuminating and shadowing, Soothing and frightening. Powerful waves leap at her bidding, The unseen wind blows at her command, Blowing autumn leaves and fresh spring flowers into her wild hair. She with no origin and death stands aloof, Bowing to none, Continuing steadily, proudly on Until the end of Time. Author's Note: I found "Aurelia" by Natalie Paquette at www.elfwood.com. Artwork used with permission. 
Back
|
