Dear Dear Mother.

Nature softly sings to me
Her bittersweet lullabies.
Mother Earth, she tries
To tell her story,
Her creation.
But it is lost
Mid destruction.
And in her desperation
She reaches out,
“I’ll give you more.”
And so she does.
And so we selfish fools take
And take,
Unaware of the pain
We inflict upon our only provider.
And now,
In the wake of her death
We continue to demand more
Of her.
We greedy children have stolen
Her livelihood.
Maybe if we had understood
From the start just how much
We were tearing her apart
We might’ve stopped and thought.

…

But more likely not.

Author's Note

This is what I did in Human Anatomy. Heh, I was bored.

Reviews

[Lyrical Love]

I felt the pain as well reading this well written poem out of your un-natural state of boredom.