Nature: Earth Nurse
I’m famished, haven’t eaten, am starving to death,
My hunger has never been worse,
Could you please give me a little, small bit of food,
And bury it into my Earth,
Just a seed or three, or a tube stock tree,
Maybe some hedge in a row,
With a small drink of water and a nice bit of care,
Just to help each little one grow,
And where you plant it doesn’t matter at all,
In a gully, or hill, or a field,
And the more you grow, the better I get,
My hunger and thirst’ll be healed,
I’m famished, haven’t eaten, am starving to death,
I need you to be my own farming nurse,
And plant as many plants that you can,
Into me, your own mother Earth.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2020
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