Nov 1, 2010

Momma

She has a notebook
full of people she's been mistaken for.
Her face blends into the sky,
the sand and stones.
We call her mother nature,
but we fail to notice her.
She is everywhere around us
and we pass her by.
Yet, we deny her presence 
and call it god.
Open your eyes, 
she'll love you more than you know.
Take a step back, she is the trees, 
the wind and you.

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