She’s always a Queen

she’s always a Queen, the dainty old girl
she needs to oversee queendoms and land
dress appropriate, manage lashes and curls
she sits atop hillocks, thrones built on sand

she talks to all that’s dead or alive
to know its secrets, joys and pain
she welcomes all leaves, thorns, beehives
no fear of heat, winds, storms or rain

Weird for you; she’s in her comfort zone
connecting swamps and all they breed
a sense of superlife, for which she is known
Does it matter if she cannot write or read?

She’s the queen of the forests and oceans alike
She is Mother Nature, the Goddess Divine
Meet her on the beach, on a mountain hike
Adorned with jewels, dressed to the nine


What Do You See? #245

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