Mother Earth

Mother Earth a poem from Ponder Awhile

MOTHER EARTH

 

 

Mother Earth actually looks after me,

She neither expects nor charges a fee.

 

 

Every year fresh fruits she provides to eat,

For those fruits, one another man will beat.

 

 

 

So much water is there for us all,

For water it often becomes an ugly brawl.

 

 

A tiny insect on her I am,

Feeding me with her assorted jam.

 

 

Man keeps beating her with his big bombs,

When will he realize that she is alive

and that it is wrong?

 

 

Her we must begin to appreciate,

Immediately before it gets too late.

 

 

From our puny race she will defend herself,

                      You are just begging her to annihilate yourself.

Author's Note

Mother Earth a poem from Ponder Awhile

Reviews

[Stella]

A wonderful poem about Mother Earth and what we are doing to it (eg. destroying it, etc.) Keep up the good work! :)