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