Nature's Sorceress

The woman in the emerald green dress
With mud skin and sunshine hair, plants daisies
Grass sways to the rthyme of her soft finesse
Mother's love blooms like wallpaper paisleys

Animals erupt from great happiness
Her angelic hum puts the world to sleep
A blanket of obsidian darkness
The rivers ripple from the tears she weeps

Her skin moistens the ground so lives can grow
Insects living inside her say "thank you."
Sadly, she burns alive from her great foe
She watches but can never find out who 

She continues to age, her skin cracking
Ocean eyes, for she never stops hacking.