She is home (critique)

I'm looking for some critique on this poem. I've been going over it with a fine tooth comb but I need a pair of fresh eyes to look at it :)

She is home

nurturing and warm

with eyes like wild sunsets

and a heart of fiery gold


She is home

wild and beautiful

speaking the words of the summer breeze

tugging at the corners of your soul


She is home

proud and strong

with the will of a roaring ocean

and the voice of a thousand spirits


She is home

patient and selfless

adorning you with profound gifts

turning hurt and sorrow into ashes


She is home

magnificent and free

with the passion of a fierce storm

and the allurement of a star encrusted sky


She is Africa.

The End

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