To be embraced by the arms of the wind

Smiled upon by stars

Small in contrast to skies deep and vast

Rivers knowing and still

Currents cutting and fast

Leaving my simple reasoning in awe...

Without a single flaw despite

Human law

So I plead you forgive mortal greed

My mind is in need to know the story of your seed

And footsteps that tread hear before mine

The Indians, Romans, the African and Greek

The wise royal sick young the blind and weak

Guarded by the mothering of your hand

Patient and kind

Your beauty soothing to body

Flooring to the mind

Replenish what it is I think I know

Marveled at your mysteries

The roar of your skin rippling through mid-air

I fancied riding the chill of your breath Imagined

The sky your stare

The trees dance not by chance

Music is all I can hear

Moving my soul to the rhythm of your aura

My heart sways to shores on your skirt hem

The moon forms pathways on your oceans

I have yet

To walk across

We focus more on physical than mental

Ignorance the expensive cost

Your wrath whistles through the spirits of mankind

I just see it as you reclaiming yourself

Cleansing your aura with rapids of wind fire and water

Tsunamis hurricanes and such

Things like this would be less surprising if we

Had stayed spiritually in touch

So I lay close in hope that I'll hear your song whispers through

Dancing leaves

I fancy myself a stone in your veins

For they are streams

Polished by the wisdom of what they have seen

Grazed your bosoms in spirit

Shared conversations with clouds

I am thankful to be part of you

We are one and I am proud

Are flowers your laughter'

I know that you are more than a resource

A part of a universe abroad

The sun wanted you far enough so you wouldn't see him marvel

At the beauty of your harmony but close enough to bask in the warmth

Of his fingertips

The stars render you a spectacle watching you mature

Jupiter protecting you from meteor sores

I can appreciate the beauty I've witnessed in this dimension

And the stories you've inspired

Saga to explain the curve of your breasts

Racing sunrise to see the dew in your hair

Standing still to ride the chill of your breathe

I wish to know your story

So I listen...