From her womb
She grows her seed
Of life and love
For us to feed

We walk her soul
And climb her tree
Consume her fruit
And pay no fee


She gives and gives
We take and take
Scarring her flesh
Not heeding her ache

Each Spring she blooms
And breathes new life
We harvest her flower
Dulling our knife

My gift to her
Hidden in my face
When I leave Mother Earth
I leave no trace