Mother

whistling through the woods,
the dame smelt life,
the voice shared gamut,
the creatures ambit.


the green in yellow,
dark and light,
pasted against blue,
bath in white.


climbers threw its majesty,
shrubs shrunk in shame,
roots withered earth,
gracefully did she accept.


trees stood aloof,
promised no sunshine,
against the lullaby wishes,
of new entrants.


rain,came smearing,
with hope and joy,
she splashed on her,
both gleamed with joy.


streams broke its way,
shaped its route,
flew past creatures,
to see them soon.


purity sanctified, glorified,
heavenly odour, glistening,
voice unparalleled ,sound unheard,
her magic still stayed in the air.


MOTHER, did i name her,
her name needs to be called,
she ought to be this,
else i wouldn't have been here.