My Mother, My Earth.

Into the light I see, with rays in clouds and warmth in me. Brittle is the air around, no voice is there, nor sweeter sound. Within my scars and broken back, there are my kin, there love I lack. The oceans turn, therefore I weep, Is it truly my tears to keep? Now the mountains begin to fall, like sand and dust to death they call. I hear my children bleed and cry, there bellies thirst and almost dry. Some will seat and eat there fill, "lets help them now, so now we will! His mother would find pride within, a pretty thing this life of sin. Alas, my days are almost through, my breath, my flesh and heart is too. Let this be my final song, for war alone is for the strong. Into the night I see, is there still love left for me?