How Great is Her Flatulence

She is worshipped and seen as perfect,

Where She smells of flowers and all is Divine,

Green foliage and blue seas certainly do shine,

I understand not this romantic infatuation,

For I find my love in Her great flatulation.

You see, it is Her imperfection,

Her natural chaos that makes Her pure,

Allowing life to evolve and to endure,

Earth's great gaffs of natural "disaster"

That makes her a Goddess of all and our master.

As I glace through the desert glare,

Gawking upon the deep gape,

And marvel upon volcanic landscape,

Realizing this Maar is an earthly scar,

Caused by gaseous release most bizarre.

Her inner juices so molten and hot,

Came into contact with water in her skin,

Making things quite steamy within,

Then an explosive release ripping the surface apart,

As the great Earth Mother let loose a huge fart.

So insignificant and small am I,

At the edge of the huge Earthly hole,

This gash makes me wonder, soothes my soul,

For I'm glad to be collecting beautiful Peridot,

As opposed to being present when She did blow.

So happy am I that tens of millions of years,

Passed between me and this catastrophic event,

Where plasticized rock flew along with horrific scent,

Impressed am I with the grandeur of our Earthly tart,

Her greatness apparent here where she let loose a huge fart.

.