Our Earth
A sad
miracle
of existence
in spite of our waste and
squander.
Our home
recycles
herself and cries
for complete renewal
and peace.
While we
reject our
first mandate to
care for and nurture all
of her.
*Cinqku: 2-3-4-6-2 syllables
*Meant for the Stuff contest (sponsored by Thomas Martin), but I was too late. :(
Copyright © Kari Mitchell | Year Posted 2015
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