An Earth Sonnet

Our species stands against her tidal flows, Yet revels in the beauty of her pow’r, Too fast we live to see what gently grows, Then cuss her name when it seems all turns sour. We think we know better than Mother Earth, Our dirty ways the ones that should now be, But she it is that gave all life its birth, From mountain tops to deep within the sea. In summer’s breeze we want her soothing touch, Yet whinge and moan if winds then blow a gale, Or winter’s snows affect our lives too much, But nature knows she must balance the scale. To look with joy upon her sacred face, It is her divine ways we must embrace. Form: English Sonnet