morning thoughts

Eyes of the Ocean,
A deep blue green,
I stare out to her,
She stares back to me.

Heart of the mountains,
Source strength within,
She holds the trees,
Against her skin.

Soul of the fire,
A pure golden hue,
Her voice unheard,
To all spare few.

A cry, A call,
For us to care,
She asks for little,
Just please, be aware.