Mother Earth Poem by Rebecca Lourenstein

I have climbed to the tops of the trees.
I have spun with the sun on my face.
No walls surround me;
No chains bind me.

The sky is the limit;
I fly with the birds.
My bare feet walk the ground.
My hands grace the flowers

I have been free.
I am free.
Nature is my refuge.
With her I am one.

I know how it feels;
I know what it's like.
I have touched it and felt it,
body and spirit.

She is real.
She is in all things:
The eye of the storm,
the first blosom after winter.

It is She and She is it.
The mother and the Earth.
Her and I.
We are all one.