She knows her world, herself are whole:
it mystically entwines her soul
with every root and branch and vine,
their causes, her effects, combine
while birdsong, from her lips, take wing
and central in her dreamy spring
the owls will perch, observe so much
whenever she will think or touch
those things forever lost to those
who do divert themselves, oppose
creation's code, which is living
where one not merely takes but, giving,
reciprocates such energies
essential to life's synergies
with universe and one aligned
in higher purpose, deeper mind,
appreciating to protect
the natural as to select
some fitter ways all may survive
so Earth and all its children thrive.
Herself, our world, at once the same:
Mother Nature becomes her name.