Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


My Goddess Is Living In Nature


Inspired by the wonders of Nature the things that I see every day
And yet I know little about her from me her secrets she does hide away
And the more that I learn about her the less about her I know that I know
To me she is a source of wonder and my wonder of her only grow
The secretive ways of her wildlife there is more to a bird than it's song
Those who think they know it all about Nature are the people who have got it wrong
My Goddess is living in Nature her beauty around me I do see
She is the mother of all creation the Goddess of Land and of Sea
To the Nature Goddess who creates life I will return to one day
And in her cool and earthy bosom with all other life forms I will lay
And Nature she is an immortal she is one not destined to die
And like billions of other life forms a mere living mortal am I,
Many do believe in a hereafter of another World beyond the sky
But why none have come back to confirm of it's existence about that I do wonder why?

Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2008

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