Mother Earth
On the darkest night or the brightest day.
She is always around to play.
Some act as they hate it with all their heart.
Others miss her when they are apart.
She sings us songs without words.
It’s the loveliest thing you ever heard.
It blends with the colors in her dress.
As she turns & twirls without any rest.
She is valued above any other like her.
All her children want to be like her.
She shines like a bright diamond.
Yet, covers herself in mystery blinded.
She was here through every age.
Each day she turns a new page.
She may cry and she may smile.
Sun shining bright all the while.
She gives life to everyone.
Yet, may turn sick without any sun.
She will fast & make herself well.
How long she can last, only time will tell.—R. W. Johnson—–(2013)