Gaia

Loneliness was a gift
That opened nature to me
I began to personify her
Kissing my arms
With rain
To untrouble my wounds

The wind giving me a spritely push
In the right direction
Running her fingers
Through my abandoned hair

The sunrise and sunset
Her personalized
Paintings
Meant to expand
And emblazon my
Forgotten soul

All this seen and felt
Of course
By everyone else

But by me in a particularly
Friendly,
Natural,
Even intimate way

I could see why
They call her
Such a beautiful name
As Gaia