I eat of her fruit,
Her succulent sweets
And her pungent sours
Dripping from my chin.
I delight in her waters,
Cascading rushes,
Engulfing pleasures
of oceanic measure.
Her crashing stormy moods
Contradict mercy.
I take humble shelter
In sorrow, no pity.
I call out, exalted,
To her monumental art,
To her poise and balance,
To her heart of joy!
I watch her bathe in sunlight,
In the sea of diamonds,
A delicate marbled jewel
Among mythic siblings.
I dream as she exhales
Shimmering moonlight,
Silver nightgown gleaming
At the cricket concerto.
At dawn I rise from dust
To carry on her life's work,
To build her great tribute
in time's art sublime.
I retire to dust at dusk,
To her deep peat bosom.
Merging our bodies,
My spirit soars free.
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