Yesterday she suckled a fresh breathe
In the broken lungs of human,
and today, she has become a redundant woman
whose desire to embrace the life of man is mocked
like a blind widow cuffed in thickest pangs.
Nature is mother,
therefore I won’t let man cut her limbs
for she is a fine glowing mother
craving to have her body caressed with infinite love.
Covered in green, diligently she buds.
Her beauty is an ensconced feeling
tacked in love we all toss in our infant hearts
when drought dries our throats.
Nature is mother—I will forever protect my mother.