Mother Earth
Throb, throb, throb goes the beat
The earth sings beneath our feet
Age old tales it sings aloud
Of man's journey through the earth and clouds
The earth knows all, the songs and tales
Of mankind, without fail.
Mother earth knows it all
And sings the sad tales of human's fall.
The earth provides for man, you see
Grains, fruit and honey from the bees.
Saddened is she, at mankinds folly
Dead men's bodies lying on the ground like dollies
War is recorded within earths stones
Tales of bloodshed and shattered bones
Yet mother earth would rather tell
Tales of joy and happiness from her well
Such things tend not to be
But oh, she wishes to be free
From the blood splattered over her stones
And aches instead for wondrous tones
Glad songs and merry tunes, to lift a burdened heart
Is how she'd rather play her part.
Yet she does her bound duty
To record all tales, of both gruesomeness and beauty
She begs and pleads with man today
To help her tales that have to stay
Be of happiness and joy
Yet she is treated, like a toy
Can you hear her anguished cries, mankind?
Can you feel the sorrowful beat, that hints at what she pines?
Or have we lost all feeling, to her music?
She aches and worries, and thinks we might be sick
She wonders how we're doing within our souls,
As we do deeds that take their toll
To us, upon mother earth our blame is laid
Yet upon both us and her, the price is paid
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