Mother’s Song

 
 
Breeze on my back,
Bird song in my ear.
A minute to relax,
Quietly hear  
The hymn in the hum;  
Busy bees bout their business..
Deep appreciation
For mother and her riches.
Feather light floating,  
Spectrums in sound;  
Gaia’s sweet noting  
Vibrates through the ground.
As I drift we both sing,
Melodies for soul mending.
In the calmness she brings  
The Song with no ending.