A women trapped and struggling, she only knows love

Her hair takes form to the flowers embedded into her roughened scalp
Skin slightly bronzed from the sun and mud
The trees guard her from harm
Many come from afar touching her hands
Her healing drink, sipping peacefully
Souls over stimulated, loosing control
She loves all, mother to the children roaming earth
Mountain peeks, we scream with every breath
Call upon her medicine
She will come, graciously posed
Her breeze kissing your cheek
Our mother of divinity
Reaching to her universe, benifitting your needs