Mother of all things

I am the mother
Of all things
I am the roots
Of all trees
I am the earth
Holding up
The beings
The beings of love
The beings of sorrow
So is that all there is?

The fruit
Comes from
My belly
It grows
As I grow
And I know
There’s always more
And so we sleep
So Deep
We go to where
– all is all

Colors are everywhere
They hold us up
They hold us in
They are
All as one
As we always will be

And trees are strong
And I go deep
And I am light
As is the sun

The full moon is pulling
I hope I can breathe
In the earth
Underneath