The cycle within

Within her womb, the moon takes flight,
A rhythmic dance, a guiding light.
Nature’s song, both fierce and tender,
A life’s potential she must surrender.

Ovaries bloom, like trees in spring,
A testament to what life can bring.
The flow, the ebb, a tide's embrace,
A mirror of Earth’s sacred grace.

In her natural form, she finds her truth,
A celebration of body, of soul, of youth.
No shame, no veil, just what is real,
A connection to cycles she can feel.

For in her blood, the earth is known,
The seeds of creation within her sown.
A naturist, bare, she stands with pride,
A part of the world, not set aside.