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

Lovely descriptions, Ma’am. 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Yes, this is truly beautiful.
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Thanks!
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Beautiful poem, Mother Nature watches over all.
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Thank you, Diana!
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💕😁
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Woahhh ❤️❤️ Your description of Mother Nature is stellar, ma’am.
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🙏🙏
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lovely words
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Thank you, Beth!
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Loved this.. 👏👏💜 well done, Reena.
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Thanks so much, Nigel!
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I love this. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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Oh this is just beautiful Reena. Mother nature is deserving of being treated as the queen. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you so much!
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Most welcome my friend
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