MOTHER

Earth, the mother of all lives,
Seeds thus on lands sprout so green,
Same we bud out fragile young,
Breathing chaste and chaste in drink

If globes breathed lone darkness and doom,
With few buds and brightened bloom,
Beauty would that of heavens parked,
Such be height of her chaste love

Love if were as compressed coil,
Or like dazzling diamonds weigh,
Monarch sun be of millions globes’,
Far ones with rest all of love

Birds toil far for young hearts to feed,
Sailing back with loaded beak,
Youths chirp soft with widened beak,
Until mother drop their meal,

Love so unquenched, makes her move,
In and out for hundreds more,
Despite herself pain by thirst,
Till young filled to drowsy nap,

But as greedy raptor march,
She fights till last living breathe,
Despite falling jaws or wings,
Until her love strewn beneath,