Earth, She Is A Woman

She carries deserts
on her body
and stores within 
reservoirs of fresh water,
thirst-quenching coolness.
Molten fire churns her core
and above 
oceans of astounding depths
mirror the sky in calmness,
sometimes, only sometimes
brewing savage storms
of primal force.
Her fingers hold
green wildernesses
softly tending
budding, growing, dying life.
Flowing with the waxing
waning moon
she knows of love and letting go.
Every moment, changing seasons
yet nurturing roots,
Earth.
She is a woman.

~ Rwits

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