Category : Poems

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She goes through a life without will.

Each and every pain she has will refill. 

It's no longer her right to roam through the air and throughout earth.

Even though she is responsible for nature's birth.

God wasn't the only one creating humans and their people. 

She has been nurturing the plants and animals. 

Her life is not of course her own.

Living in their trees, soil, their sky...that's her home.

She isn't exactly human, but her heart is like one.

She's been here before us, so it urges a person to call her mother rather than none.

It does hurt being trampled everyday. 

Her life, but she knows not the globe acknowledged in the nature she stays.

It wasn't her wish at first to be in her shape and form. 

Living in different sights, it's difficult to know where was originally born.

Driven out by the world she herself and not alone cured.

Now we speak of her existence as being Mother Nature.