How fragile you are, in all your strength.
How gracefully you hold such colossal life,
as countless breathing vines, lace your beautiful terrain.
Though beneath your calm and grounded stare,
Lies a vulnerable truth… a menacing demise.
A proud, generous Queen, how could she have known?
That this life and breath, would harbor endless destruction.
Still, she never folds... flora and fauna forever grow,
As she endures a myriad of blows, from relentless mankind.
Yet... knowing within,
that at this rate, she will perish
she stands firm in her valiance, unwavering in strength.
Because she too, is ruthless,
though within her compassion.
Never ceasing to nurture, even that which hurts her.