My Mother, Earth
On a misty evening,
As the sun goes down.
Cold air rises from the water,
I want to be there with you.
The wind works through the trees,
Rustling and enjoying reviving.
The sun warming the earth’s skin,
I want to be there for you.
When the rain cools baked soil,
Feeding its malnutrition.
Waking her subservient followers,
I want to be holding you.
To dust the earth will travel,
As time predicts, it is inevitable.
The universe won’t notice her absence,
I will still be there with you.
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