mother earth

Being inspired by her beauty and understanding the love she offer

When I asked what she thinks of Me, Earth said just before tomorrow;

"It has always been so hard telling my story of misery and sorrow
And the relevance of an enemy who's intentions are friendly
And the heights I fall from, expecting no aid from over or below
And sometimes they reckon me as the husband of a widow
And I'm always confined to a pit with not even a window

But whenever I sit, and the wind blows
Echoes of my past grant me relief from my present
And the birds in the sky widespreading their wings with joy and belief
Yet, my perceptions are confined to my cell of imaginations
With my companion, the destroyer of all that I've built

One who feeds me fear when I feed his belly
One who feeds me death when the sky feeds me life
Yet, an aid to the manifestation of my greatness
And a scale of worth who's presence attract, though a life less than ever
And an element of bounty and grace towards a being

Who would have imagined me without the human being?!"