Below the surface of the earth and the heels of man
Lays an underdeveloped seed.
The pressure of holding the weight
Of the earth has crystallized its’ nectar
And hardened its’ outer shell.
Each century a circular pattern emerge and
With a tremendous surge of power
Breaks through into the bright sunshine.
Life on the surface of the earth
Brings strange but familiar feelings
So she lives in quiet contemplation.
The trees, the wind, the rain, the snow
She is a part of nature.