Mother Earth's lament

“Why do I still have the need to be heard

To be accepted for who I am

To be appreciated and honoured

To be cherished and nurtured

Does it really matter?”

Laments the mother…

"Cells are dying, organs are giving up one by one

One tree at a time, one being at a time

For whose pleasure or pain this blasted life

What’s to achieve when I lie dying"

"You trample and pillage, ravage and scavenge

Without a care that this is home

Without a thought that it matters

Without a word of gratitude or respect"

"... Parasites feeding on a host

Then looking for another

Pretending to create challenges out of thin air

Achieving milestones where none exist"

"And then claiming uncharted territories 

You will move on - far and beyond

Failing to spot the rot inside and change

You sow your seeds for perpetuity"