My Mother

My mother is beautiful
A treasure in the sky
She invented this endless expanse
A gentle azure, what robin’s egg can compare?

And there, in the field now, grows the plentiful grass
Green
Soft
Brown with soil, where my mother lives
My mother knows life
She knows much more than I

Bears, with tender eyes
Brown like the dirt, where my mother lives
Who’s young keeps life going, whose young stumble on
My mother is their mother
My mother is all mothers

She takes in the flowers, the ones she formed
A bud, a glow, a blossom, a shine, and then; bloom
Butterflies poised, wings in the lavender dawn
Maples and aspen and chestnut and pine
Birds, magnificent, who mounts with the freedom of a thousand lives

Piercing silence fills your mind, just gaze around
My mother is their mother
My mother is all mothers