~Red curls tumbled past her shoulders and nearly touched her waist

Her body was covered with green plants, almost resembling lace

The woman's eyes were a brilliant shade of green

But don't let it fool you, because she can be oh so very mean

She has a heart made of stone and ice cold hands,

And she was the most beautiful in all of her green land

She didn't care for anyone but her green friends

Anyone else who dared upset her would surely meet their end

For she was Mother Nature

And a single glare from her screamed danger

The green grass slipped between her toes,

It was an odd feeling that always evaporated her woes

Humans had been hurting her beautiful plants and trees

So she used her poisonous nails to bring them all to their knees

She would smile with glee as their corpses bloomed

Roses and poison ivy sprouting from their bodies, the sweet smell of blood was her favorite perfume

Everyone knew to stay far away from her garden,

If they made one wrong move, they knew they would not get a pardon

She was Mother Nature after all, and she was not kind

She was cruel and ruthless, despising all of mankind

But the wild woman just loved her power

Almost as much as she loved her beautifully crimson flowers~ 

//behold, a poem talking about Mother Nature/Ivy Pepper from my favorite show Gotham. I got inspired by a photo edit of Ivy with a title Crimson Flowers and decided that I just HAD to write a poem about that. So here it is!