Mother Earth

Billions of journeys round a fiery eye This watery celestial traveler made. Untiring, spiraling route through the sky Always returned from yearly crusades. She carried her children on top her back And nurtured their needs until they have grown. Some may have suffered; those may have cracked But never through any fault of her own. Forever and always maternally This wondrous, aging beauty shall remain Our source of life atmospherically. Through time and space her dimensions attained Despite her journeys she managed to bring Her gifts: summer, autumn, winter and spring.