Earth Day

On birth, the first thing on this earth ye did Was ‘cry and breathe’, as every single day… But had ye won her heart, cared for her need, Would she be in a state so dire today? Had ye truly pursued what ye profess— That Mother Earth’s beholden to no man, It’s he who is— her own son lacking grace, She’d not be weary as is, weak and van. She never was, nor is now in hurry, Her nature ‘tis to do what needs be done, Had ye shown even a wisp of worry, She won’t have gone green to grey and barren. If every day a true Earth Day had been, Would ye find on your face such silly grin? ______________________________________ Sonnets |14.06.2023| earth, environment Poet’s note: Every day that dawns, dawns thanks to Mother Earth rotating around her axis. Who’s this man allocating a single day in a year to her and pretending that he’s doing enough for her? If every day had been an earth Day, would Mother Earth be in such a mess? This sonnet takes a dig at man’s affront.