Our Most Hated Stepmother Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

If you stand alone amongst nature,
you will hear the beautiful mesh
of sounds blended with vibrant colors.
A symphony set to this painted scene
that only light could illuminate after
it's been carefully dry brushed with
the most delicate and perfect hands.
My eyes give my mouth it's most
dignified sigh that it has ever created.
The crickets perk my ears up like a cat.
I hear twigs being broken by the most
careful of earth's creatures.
I'm surrounded by this ecstasy of the senses.
I feel a part of this world,
a part of this painting that is painted
atop of the dirt that surround this forest.
Whenever you open and close your eyes
it is like a new genesis creates a new world every time.
Yet we still take advantage of it
after all it has given to us.
She is our second mother but we treat her
as if she is our most hated stepmother.