Send forth your gentle Sun to wake me,
my inspiration seeks your light.
Blow a soothing breeze, my love,
and lead my dance across this day.
While I lay atop and beneath you,
Wrap me in your morning rays.
Tickle all my senses
with your fragrant, emerald grass.
I want to hear your whispers
in the wind and the rustling leaves.
Tell me your deepest secrets
and sing me a robin's song.
And when the midday peaks,
take me across the horizon.
reach out your golden arms,
and warm this poet's soul.
Gather your afternoon clouds
and kiss your splash upon my skin.
Seduce and soften the Earth,
melt me as you melt the soil.
Thrill me with your rain.
Nourish the dormant seeds
buried deep
in your ever-fertile womb.
Mother of Earth, eternally maternal,
humble me with God's magic,
while you cradle the children of Heaven.
Dry your weeping silver
as it twinkles on the branches,
in the faintest graze of Sunlight
peeking out behind your quilt of clouds.
Inspire me with your coming gift.
For it's you, only you,
the architect of elements,
a reflection of creation,
sweeping color across the sky,
to craft a balancing bridge
where the rain may walk
with the setting sun
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Author Notes
There is a funny story behind the inspiration for this overly dramatic personification.
My husband and daughters really enjoy teasing me about my love of nature. A few times a week, we hike our favorite trail near our home, which often results in my passionate outbursts about the trail's beauty. I mean, that's normal, right? Anyway, during one particular moment of, um, appreciation, my daughter Morgan started giggling and said, "Mom, if you love nature so much, you should marry it. Or at least write it a love letter." And since I'm already married, here we are!
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