Mother earth: known for re-birth.
A captivating garden.
Children play amongst you night and day.
Frolicking, prancing, dancing in mid-way.
Never knowing where to turn if the showers
pour their way.
Eagerly await the sun’s nurturing sway.
Dew-drops feature morning’s grace.
Steams o’ light dawn on their face.
Awake o’ earth thy potential.
Know the hopeful seek plentiful.
Sun, moon: mother earth under their girth.
A garden of peace.
Watered with wisdom.
Wrought by love.
Sprouting in amazement.
Nurtured with strength.
Our Lord and, Savior, bids them bloom.
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