it is mid-day,
summer heated spring beauty
she walks, aimlessly
devoid of emotion
no stranger to strangers passing by
warm breeze flutters her cotton dress,
dancing with wisps of golden hair,
stranded from the long braid lane softly down her back
resting in lushness of green grasses,
shining raze of sun, warm her milky skin
wide, blue eyes gaze up to a reflecting clear blue empty sky
parched mouth,
she languidly bites into a sumptuous red tomato,
eaten as an apple, the juices slither down her plush lips
gliding the crease of her elongated neck
kissing the ground with nutrients
as bended knee, a glistening pearl of sweat
rolls down the curve of her calf,
she feeds the earth with her existence
as the skies,
listen to her silence
seeping into the ground of which she invades,
comforting strength and growth
solitude and awareness,
she is her Mother’s daughter
a minuscule piece,
of an existence much grander
