Nothing compares to the sight or scent
of freshly turned soil of the Earth.
As Mother Earth's womb is opened up
to once more bring forth a new birth.
As Light and sweet Rain's of the heavens
flow down upon Earth from above.
Tender life Springs forth from our Mother
precious seed that was sown in love.
We're kept by the heartbeat of Father
Keeps watch over us from above.
Held near to the heartbeat of Mother
She rocks us in her arms of love.
Mother came from the heart of Father
a homeplace for us to dwell in.
It's the season now to tend Mother
as our Mother birth's Spring, again.
c.d.m.3-17-11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem