Mother Earth

Her clouds are dark and heavy. So, like tear-drops falling from our eyes, like a cry of joy or sadness, she rains. Her oceans are blown by heavy winds. So with twirls across the sea, she rings hurricanes. Quite often she has pains and heartaches. So she wakes us with shakes and quakes. Her volcanic mountains blow, And her rivers overflow. So she floods, Leaving destruction and mud. Her inhabitants are often unconcerned. So she overheats and burns. To someday be redeemed Is her greatest dream.