She is a plain, brown parcel with wonky sellotape and broken string. Uninteresting at first glance but rip off the wrapping and you'll find sparks and mysterious magic forces underneath.
She is a painted red and yellow box with a creaking, squeaking handle when it's turned, and fireworks explode out of it, sometimes too bright or too loud.
She is the never-ending sea, sometimes whispering secrets to the sand and people sunbathing on the beach, or even screaming the world's faults to the heavens.
As I explore this earth I see bits of her everywhere She's the sparrows flying, the rubbish drifting She is carved into statue, built into every building. They're probably all parts of her.