The Voice of Nature

I am a million-year-old mother

A limitless container

And a voiceless prisoner.

Who, in return for protection,

Expects nothing.

I am a lush green bed

An abode of luxury

And a face the smiles the most

Despite any pain

That her children inflict on her.

I am a versatile woman

The iron supporting her pillars

Who, in future, would rise

To probably destroy their foundation-

They, the strongest and brawniest of their kind.

I am a ground base

A composite package-

One that has everything you need.

But yet doesn't demand a price

And doesn't imprison you for 'thievery'.

I am a part of you.

A part of your arms, your feet, your soul.

One that isn't controlled by the mass in your head-

Yet, one that has but little dictation

And a direction that’s always ignored.

I am called your Habitat

Rather, the habitat of your habitat.

Having more than one name,

And yet all the same;

Without any fame.