Blossom Shells

She does not look at herself nor contemplates
Her beauty her sheer existence inspires her
To move, swirling particles, orchestrate vibrations
To create multifarious wonders of mighty awe.

She melts snow, into gullies, lymph seeks unity
In streams, flows down mountains sculpting landscapes
Eroding bedrocks wild rivers cascade, chanting odes
To her potence as she blankets earth with alluvial soils.

Fertile lands in gratitude thrive in colours
Nourish trees reaching for the heavens, their leaves
Seduce sunbeams to engender flowers, orange blossoms
Inebriate the air attracting bees, to conceive abundance.

Paradise birds dance looking for romance, nests of art
In rainforests, whilst in the depths of receiving oceans,
Whales blow bubbles to catch krill, marine stars
Trapped in bubble nets as Gaia pirouettes.

She does not look at herself nor contemplates
Her surroundings, the noise the frenzy the horrors,
Oblivious she sings mellifluous melodies, muffled by drills
Locomotives automobiles machines the screams

The blasting shells.

[Featured painting: A19 by Tomasz Alen Kopera]