O' sat deep within the swell of the hills.
Our mother lies in all her splendid grace.
Long she has crafted the earth with her skills.
And brought life, love and beauty to this place.
Her nurturing voice flies within the wind.
Her touch a blessing in all she has made.
From the sky's birds winged to the sea's fish finned.
Creation grand from bright light to deep shade.
Her smile a morning made new for the world.
The sun rises in her fresh breath of air.
The lawns that stretch across the land are pearled.
Radiating beauty beyond compare.
We are all equal before our mother.
United here as sister and brother.
Stephanie Dower
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-for-our-mother/
