This Bitter Earth. . . . . . .( I am Earth )


I am the rise of creation

I borrow the solar, and

foreshadow the moon.


i am a blade of grass cut

by the wind.

The marsh of darkness


A tunnel of frozen tears


I breathe the potpourri of seasoned bark.

I am........Lily of the valley


I am sculpture, upon mountains

And crust, of the ocean's floor.


I seed in the dessert

And, I give birth to the tumbleweed.


I am magnitude of plains and plateaus

The sweetest bird song.


I am goodness O nature,

On this, bitter Earth