Up she came,
Through the Earth, like everything else.
Weak and spindly, attired in swaddling rags.
As she grew stronger she became flamboyant,
Attired herself in the finest raiments,
Spread out grew tall and strong.
Then she became fertile, an immaculate conception.
Her offspring surrounded her,
But finally, she grew old and tired.
The children drifted off on their own,
While she became tired and brittle,
Until she at last withered and died.
She went back, to the welcoming Earth,
And all around her, the children grew.
And they were fertile and multiplied, and filled the Earth.
Such is the way, of all life.
4/24/14 Alton Texas
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