Virginia Lee Martin
Contemplation - Poem by Virginia Lee Martin
She's not always easy to live with,
There is no definite rule.
Though she can often be kind and sweet,
She can also be hard and cruel. Though she has many facets,
She goes hand-in-glove with life,
She has always been a loner,
To, no man has she been a wife. She is very seldom predictable,
She often keeps us guessing.
She can also be contradictable,
Whenever things get pressing. We may, as well, take things in stride,
And leave her take her course
As water flowing gently,
Down-river from it's source. She can look back to all she surveys
From way back when to our modern days.
Often called Mother, but never a nurse,
The grand old lady of the universe.
So if nature is, as nature does,
The the is that is, is the is that was.
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