Vatican City

Mary, the home of Mother Nature,
Stands before you proud,
Beaming with the love of God,
Fruitful of essence, vowed.

She tells a tale of long ago,
And asks us to be free,
To follow, as intended,
Without fear, to really see

That deep within us all,
Lies waiting patiently,
The Son of God to manifest
In light of day, to be.

The symbol of a future time
Is not of concrete made,
It is the recognition that
We all are Holy bayed.