In my canal i watch mother nature bloom her children and the father fertilized more for his offspring.
I watched the animals comforted in the forest in the carpet of grass and others beside the trees lying in their mothers bosom.
delighted in the fruits of their mothers breast.
Her gentle care for her children,
I prayed to see more of this fertility
To see no end in this sacred inhabitant forest.
I watched the strange animals of different kind amongst her hair playing child like either swinging or cradled in her branches of arms
I watched the creepy crawlers decorate and make room for themselves
The spiders web, the ant farms , and the bee hives.
All of the works is good
I watched the precipitation fall on us
What is this? tears of love neither joy nor sadness but an action of love for us inhabitants.
I watch the tears of love subsidies and life be filled in markings of love.
As i realized it may be her perfume her aroma is pleasant and gives peace
The bueaty of life i drink the water beneath me in my canal and feel revitalized by the father as he keeps me afloat in his forest.
The breathe of life
He breathes gently onto the inhabitant of his forest.
Caressing our mother hair
It brushes us and tickles our body
The love of God is in this place.
#forest bosom
silver nova
wild coyote
not bad, not bad at all. I think you can edit this poem with more grounded descriptions and vivid imagery to really let us picture this lush scene you've sketched out for us in this poem. the structure and grammar could also be improved. but overall i feel the peace and tranquility this poem is meant to convey to us. thank you for writing and sharing this poem!