She rides
the winds
like wild
horses
racing
through hilltops,
meadows and
plains,
The
wilderness of infinities,
Racing
through her
gold-dipped
heart,
her
ruby-amber veins…
Like doves
she flutters,
Like eagles
she soars,
Like
dragons she burns
Like tigers
she roars.
Fierce as a
fighter,
Tender as a
dewdrop she is
Her seasons
are a mystery to all,
Like a
storm sometimes, sometimes a rain she is.
Carved like
a gem-dripping jewel,
Magnificent
as a rose’s petal lips
She’s
painted in the rainbow
brushstrokes
of god’s fingertips.
Mighty as a
warrior when she is,
She’s all
thorns and swords,
Darkness
engulfs her stardust,
She is a
world beyond words.
She is the
womb of darkness,
She is the
source of light too,
Some call
her “nature”,
But her
name is “life” too.
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