If the wind was Earth breathing
The waters rushing, her body bleeding
If her figure formed our soil—
her womb upon which we toil
What would we be feeling?
If only we were aware
of our mother above us who cares
of her gentle eyes, the stars
and her tears that heal her scars
Do we hope to dare?
Wouldn’t that be amazing?
If we weren’t alone in our gazing?
Up at the sky and in the deep black
What if our Mother was gazing back?