Psalm for Mother Nature
“Love her, don’t fall in love with her” Her be held in arms strong, not slight,
invite only faces coveting her warmth.
“Touch her, don’t hold her”
Amble paths where only the sun radiates her brightest morn,
to assume with trees whispering tall.
“Kiss her cheek, but don’t desire her”
Run fields of green with laughter to capture her spirit,
inhale slowly, exhaling only when she asks.
“Talk, don’t babble from lost meanderings of deceit”
Decipher betrayals in forays from emotions and smiles,
citing tomorrow as another day and yesterday a cavern of treasured memoirs.
“Love her, don’t fall in love with her”
She lies shallow in a place shadows fall to listen
coveting only the angels that know her name…….…
All poetry rights reserved, © Nick Hawkins 25/3/13