A quilt wraps around her covered in a starry array.

She hides her creatures within it,

Allowing the trees to rest their leaves 

From her past harsh rays. 

Cradling them in a dark kindness.

Nurturing.

She shakes the cloth from her shoulders,

Leaving it for the next world’s beholders.

The sun fills her soft features,

Illuminating her face.

Her warmth reflects

Ponds and the grass.

Lighting the way for travels below her aqua facade.

Dusk floods her appearance,

Painting a delicate orange and purpley portrait

Upon her left hand as she encloses her children within a grasp.

With the right, she reaches to the quilt 

Left behind from another world,

Draping it over her capable shoulders,

Embracing her loved ones, submerged.