On Mother's Grace
She rises up like the sun
Every morning,
Until the day's burning bright —
Spreading her arms over
Her little young ones,
The delight of her eyes.
Shining bright as the sun's
Energetic rays of healing
That touch and make us warm,
That makes the greenish green
Through the waves of her love,
The embrace of her arms
That gently warm our hearts
And make us truly find
The silent touch
With quiet flame that burns
Serenely —of the gifted love
Which nature has imprinted in
On Mother's Grace.
Emi.
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