Earth's Child

Gentle lapping of water against Earth’s child,
Threatening to return what lies atop back into the wild.
A maiden, one unseen by the eyes of man,
Graces me with her beauty! What makes me better than
Those who have chased Her before; those unveiling?
Ah, it is my heart She chases! It is mine that is prevailing!
And here I offer, carrying my fruitful heart in hand,
While She rests with her alluring tail in the sand.
And yet here I will remain, Her gaze falls above me.
“What must I do to make you notice, to have you see?”
And then She is gone! Away She stirs, away with my heart.
But I will not see Her go, Her and I must never part!
So here my heavy feet remain, longing for Her grace,
Wishing for Her, a feeling that I will forever chase.