Poetic Prose: ‘She Is’

Earth flowed through them in everlasting delight. Watching them and waiting.

She loved them….she thought. At least with a large part of her heart she loved them

and would give anything to them….or at least most things,

though she did not need them, yet they affected her.

Their feet sank into her lush grasses, and she intended more energy there

to warm their soles — to accommodate them.

They lie down on her, giggling and feeling the flow of her chemical charms,

which she sent to them intentionally, over and over again.

Everything she gave or that she willed benefited them, though she did not need them,

what they did affected her.

Everything they thought natural was her uniqueness, for she was Nature —

Eturna — Narute — Turnea.

Nature is not natural, she places full, intention into everything that

She is.