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I am the blazing sun
slipping below the horizon
on this warm, summer day;
My dusk gown, a mesh of bleeding fire,
brushes strong, bare backs
as stiff limbs swiftly stroke
across the brisk ocean's skin;
Content sighs flutter forth,
escaping my lips
to land on weathered flesh,
bestowing feverish kisses
unto men of the sea...

I am the cool fingers
that strip salty sweat
from puckered brows,
that combs through
your warm, damp hair,
tickling your scalp
as I glide in
from the northern sky;
My gentle touch springs mist
from the lapping waves,
freeing droplets of water,
allowing them to dazzle the sun...

I am the frothy sea
embracing your craft
with tender care
as I surrender the bounty
below my tumbling visage;
My hands soothe
the worry from
tired, longing minds
as they're lifted by
the wind's firm grasp;
In our graceful dance,
we rock, twirl, and fly...

I am what awaits
at the end of the journey,
my dark skin a beacon
and my hair of green foliage
a promise of life;
I battle the ocean and
shake hands with the wind;
I bathe in the glow
of the sun's constant smile,
praying my children return to me;
I am Mother Earth,
calling you home...

Description
I am the blazing sun
slipping below the horizon
on this warm, summer day;
My dusk gown, a mesh of bleeding fire,
brushes strong, bare backs
as stiff limbs swiftly stroke
across the brisk ocean's skin;
Content sighs flutter forth,
escaping my lips
to land on weathered flesh,
bestowing feverish kisses
unto men of the sea...

I am the cool fingers
that strip salty sweat
from puckered brows,
that combs through
your warm, damp hair,
tickling your scalp
as I glide in
from the northern sky;
My gentle touch springs mist
from the lapping waves,
freeing droplets of water,
allowing them to dazzle the sun...

I am the frothy sea
embracing your craft
with tender care
as I surrender the bounty
below my tumbling visage;
My hands soothe
the worry from
tired, longing minds
as they're lifted by
the wind's firm grasp;
In our graceful dance,
we rock, twirl, and fly...

I am what awaits
at the end of the journey,
my dark skin a beacon
and my hair of green foliage
a promise of life;
I battle the ocean and
shake hands with the wind;
I bathe in the glow
of the sun's constant smile,
praying my children return to me;
I am Mother Earth,
calling you home...