Overwhelmingly impossibly real:
Our universe, encompassed by Her love.
Without out-loud sounds, She knows how I feel.
Floating all spirits, Her soul is the dove.

She decides if earth quakes and winter snows.
One thought mad brews into pure hurricane.
Like God, choosing which way gravity goes.
Immaculate charm, Her looks keep me sane.

Ancient trees once erupted from Her scalp;
The forest is Her head of straightened hair.
Her nourishment birthed and fed every alp;
The mountaintops reach for outer-space air.

Omniscient woman, she’s perfect for me.
Mother Nature, forever we will be.