Complexities and curves ebb and flow like the ocean,
Linking women with nature in one smooth, sexy motion.
This feminised beauty of the world in which I live,
With her rounded mountains, she has so much to give;
Exotic fruits and changeable weather,
She entices me in to explore and endeavor.

But alone in my bed, it feels like nature is dead.
All I hold onto is a vision in my head;
Her golden hair and her eyes of blue,
I realise I see an image of you.

Rachel Purvis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-8/