You cannot gaze upon Her eyes nor feel Her embrace.

Her form so large, voiceless, and without a face.

If you listen and feel there She will be.

If you listen and feel then you will see.

A blaze, a fiery scream so vast and far away.

Yet meant for us all to listen and obey.

Her raindrops–Her tears, Her cries do drench.

To clean away our inconsiderate stench. 

Our Mother, strong and tireless, carries us on Her back.

Her lessons, the knowledge to know, so many do lack.

She says, “Seek your true instinct, my animal child.

Both vicious and loving like your siblings of wild.

“I have not the strength to enable our destruction.

Let My fury and punishment guide you with detailed instruction.”