She is a jewel in the sunlight
Blue, green, and brown.
She is wet and wild in the wind,
But enjoys wearing white.
She is fertile yet sometimes barren.
Her temper makes her children shake,
And they flee the fires of her rage,
Yet they adore her beauty,
While strangers seek to marr it.
She wears robes of grey,
And glimmers in the misty dawn,
Standing out against the stars.
She races her companion,
Chasing but never catching the sun.
She is old and yet young in spirit.
Her companion tugs at her tresses,
Teasing her with his changing moods.

She is strength, yet weak.
She is full, yet empty.
She is mother, daughter, and child.
She is yours and mine, yet…

No one can ever posses her.