Talking heart

Thirteenth of the lunar month

dressed in earth
hands in dirt
hugged by trees
smelling of herbs

little joyful
nature's child
a high spirit
living wild

the color
of earth
mother
of birth

tree branches
mirroring eyes
her empire
dies

the ruins
of her story
tell the wedding
in its glory

my saint
lead the fire
for they not tolerate
in your desire

they told
a lie
little they know
it will die

shameless
she presents
so strong
when she descends

from heavenly
the angels realm
for her wishes
time is overwhelm

a lifetime
not enough
she not believe
what she breaks

mother
of forest
lead us
through harvest

my saint
my mother
moon Hilaria's
daughter