Grey shall turn thy Green Pride

Proud Earth when pondered in a solar meet: Look, I’m a true creator unlike you All—your potential’s pale shadow to wit, Nature has blest me with a rare virtue— An asset O for eons to cherish, Your fate’s to frost or scorch in fire, perish. Sun, ever benign, smiling said sans ire: I burn my flesh and my very being, You know not, I get singed in sacred fire That thy womb warms, my child, autumn to spring. Feel blessed, and never be such an ingrate, Not pompous wretch, proud for getting such cheers, Is this what ye teach to life you create? To be where you are takes billions of years. ___________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.11.2007, revised Jan 2024| Poet’s note: An odd sonnet which starts with a sestet, followed by an octave. Smug atop the pyramid of life, Earth once felt proud of having created intelligent life. The sun then chided her and advised her to set a good example to her brood, the so-called intelligent life out to destroy her. Beware, as this sonnet says to earth: Grey Shall Turn Thy Green Pride.