An Autobiography of the Earth

With much efforts and tolerance, he created me, like a bird making its heavenly abode upon a tree he later sculpted clay and became the universal potter, and then i was blessed with my son Adam and Eve, my daughter! they were innocent and contented like a devotee in a temple, but soon marked my downfall by eating the forbidden apple! Today my heart is bleeding the blood that nourished you, oh!its the dumb sore of your daggers its true! you have constructed skyscrappers by trimming my hair, my fields are becoming deserts but none to care. You've made polluting factories to satisfy your needs, Oh! you forgot its these gases that your earth breathes! you've drilled holes in my heart to run your cars with my blood, but my son these are melting my hands and ill result in flood. my veins that irrigated your farms and quenched your thirst, are blocked by the garbage that you accumulate on my crust. you've made colonies and marked boundaries amongst you, Once there was only swords and now there are missailes too! Oh! I am helpless, i can't oppose, but will you survive, if I die suppose?