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I wake up another day on my bed
A bed crudely made of stones and rocks
It's dark outside as usual, and again
I'm awaken by tremors and aftershocks
It's the same from the day I was born
There was no one to care for me, except her
She always shelter me and clothe me
Who is she, you ask; she is my Good Mother
The days are hot and dangerous here
The sun burns and blisters my skin; I cannot go out
I have to remain in the womb of the Mother
From sunrise to sunset, in a fetal position throughout
In the night I roam for food with efforts futile
Many a times I starve, few lucky instances I eat soil
There is no animal, no bird, no river, no lake, no tree
Not even a hint of grass, which makes my blood boil
Where there used to be trees, there are withered roots
Where there used to be grass, there is scorched earth
Where there used to be water, there is baked land
And I haven't seen a single animal since the time of my birth
There are no rains to fight the endless summers,
No flowers to distinguish scents and colors,
No sounds which feel music to your ears,
There is only darkness to see and all you feel are tremors
The mountains give you a view of agony and distortion
The earth has opened up with pockets of hell inviting you
The air is stale and you feel dizzy when you breathe
The world has shades of red and black 'stead of green and blue
Today I walk the scorched earth staring at Hell below
Wondering what the Devil might be thinking of me
Cursing my destiny, when I tripped over something
And I saw a defiant sapling aspiring to be the biggest tree
I saw it more closely, watched the young one fight all odds
It had strong roots stretching far beyond the horizon
I wondered where it found that much energy and life
And it came to me, that it was the Mother who had it chosen
A Mother who creates the best out of her children
A Mother who always cares for all, young or mature
A Mother who always gives but asks for nothing in return
Who is her, you ask; I say - She is Mother Nature
Unlike God, she never forgets her children,
Unlike Humans, she is never selfish,
Unlike me, she never gives up,
Unlike mortals, she will never perish.
A new world will rise on the ashes of old,
Life will again find a humble abode,
This time there will be no races and religions,
Because Nature will be our "GOD".
Form:
Upon eve, in the morning of spring, I witnessed the waltz of Mother Nature through the
shaded evergreens.
An apparition, personification of my daydreams, she did a ritual dance on bare-feet, while, I
stooped down (hidden) on bended knee.
All the souls of nature, from the grass to the springs, sprouted to human forms around her.
For she was their Goddess.
An earth quake rippled through the ground up to the air, sound as an awaken soul,
destroying the old with new, an instant out of phase with time; Fantasy clashing with reality.
The scene before me was as dark as it was beautiful, violence intermixed with serenity,
exhilarating my soul with desire. This is how the moment was painted.
The dance floor was a battlefield of motion and form, chaos fueling their souls, the hour:
midnight. Sky was full of an alien audience of stars acting in accordance with their part. Air
held amplified scents from all of nature around them.
Magical beings like animals fighting for supremacy to exist, ripping at each-others souls, at
their organic flesh, shredding each-other into mulch. Music: the cries of the plants.
How deep the torment and content ran within them, ghosts of former selves floating to
heaven like angels. Others, regenerating into the soil their essence, sprouting up in
abundance. Mother nature their mediator. For this was the Waltz of the Seasons.
Then, as quickly as it began, all the magic faded to obscurity as Mother Nature walked on.
Leaving behind the coliseum of change. Leaving behind this reporter, observing through
realities peephole.
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Form:
Mother Nature, Mother Earth.
If Mother Earth stood in front of you what would you say?
Sorry for taking your whales away,
Sorry for cutting your forests to shreds,
Sorry little animals for taking your beds,
Sorry polar bears for melting your ice, having to swim further to save your own live,
Sorry to all the fish in the sea, because its to hot you try to flee.
Sorry for the birds and the bees, not many left on the all gone trees.
Sorry for the nuclear plants, but man seems to think that he must advance.
Sorry for the wars we cause, they certainly are not gods or yours.
Sorry for the faith man has lost, your biggest creation is losing with cost.
If you were Mother Earth and told these things, what would you say to me?
“SORRY, SORRY, SORRY”, is all you have to say,”
You destroy everything which we have given you”.
” The animals are going have gone extinct,
You kill the air you so precisely need,
You fight each other and call it in the name of god, which god do you perceive,
The one with love to all, for all, which he created,
Or the one who fell from grace with hatred.
I would look at her with glee
Because the earth sounds like the second scenario to me.
The next question I would ask
Mother Nature are we going to last
. If everyone on the earth of today
threw down their arms and started to pray
would god hear our prays in just that day
mother nature would look at me
and look around at the all gone trees
then she would bend down on her green leafed knees
A tear in her sunlit eyes saying to me
“Sorry to late”.
What would you do if Mother Earth or Nature stood in front of you?
The End.
Hear
can`t you hear the sounds of mother earth
telling you something has gone wrong
but yet we pretend
like the voices are not there
and it shows
it shows we don`t even care
but guess what is your home
and its our duty to make it strong
picture somebody without a home
and believe it or not
but our time is soon to
come
because mother earth is
ringing and
ringing,so why won`t you believe me
cant you hear the sadness of mother earth ringing
telling you she sad because your breaking her heart
we are her children and she loves us
so why must we continue to do more
you know what i think i think its time to say i will not hurt mother earth anymore
its time to say
thats enough
because theres only one earth
so the next tome you hear that voice just sop and listen to mother earth.
It is up to you and in the earth hour,
To save the energy and shut off the power,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
It is up to you and I to be aware,
To conserve our energy and show we care,
Ticket tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
The trees from our forests are disappearing,
Yet we only interested in the clothes we are wearing,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
Entire animal species and colonies are being eliminated,
It is up to you and I to wake up and stop acting incapacitated,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
The dirty chemicals that we put into our air,
Can make us sick yet we don’t care,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
The water that we all drink is polluted,
Yet we go on day by day and stay diluted,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
How long will it take you and I to understand?
That we are polluting her resources and using up all her land,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,
Will you do something, all that you can?
To stop polluting, recycle and understand,
If we don’t get it right,
Conserve our energy and win this fight,
Mother Nature may be crumbled
And it may be too late to correct our fumble,
Tick tock on he clock Mother Nature is waiting.
Written in tribute to William Wordsworths 'Daffodils'
Earth’s mantle slowly turns from white to green
As born of winter’s womb new life begins
Shoots grow, restoring colours to the scene
To herald Mother Earth’s awakening,
Who on arising casts off winter’s throw
Enlivened by the warmth of the sun’s first glow
Her wakening is welcomed by the trees
Who’ve stood for so long bleak against the sky
They feel her sweet caress within the breeze
That spirals ‘tween each branch as she goes by,
Boughs which once were barren, cold, and grey
Now blossom, as within her arms they lay.
The plenitude of Mother Earth abounds
As nature’s kisses fall in April showers
Rejuvenating seeds, laying dormant underground
Bringing forth a myriad of blossoming flowers,
Land once covered by a veil of white
Is now a mass of colour, fresh and bright
Fields and woodland brim with new creation
Who give thanks to Mother Earth for all her gifts,
Birds upon the wing sing exultations
As winter’s deep depression finally lifts
The last remaining shadows, eclipsed now by the sun
A sonorous proclamation that spring, at last, has come.
The little leaf held tightly
to his mother tree's bark.
He started to get frightened
when the sky began to get dark.
But the mother tree comforted him,
filling his little heart with love.
"It puts the world to sleep," she said,
"and is sent from the One above."
As the love between the leaf and tree grew stronger,
the weather began to change.
The color of green seemed to fade,
and the little leaf felt strange.
"What is happening to me?"
he asked his mother tree.
"It's a natural part of life, my child," she said,
"you're becoming who you're meant to be."
The leaf turned a beautiful bright yellow,
as summer changed into fall.
He danced in the golden sunlight,
feeling a thousand feet tall.
Again, the weather started to change,
and the growing leaf asked to leave.
So the mother tree let go of her child,
but her heart wanted to grieve.
The cold wind blew this little leaf
far away from his mother tree.
As he joined the sleepy earth,
he was glad that his mother set him free.
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
The wind bites the cheeks as it whistles around the corner
The ice crystals sting the eye like a desert sand storm
Only to blind you with it's forceful gusts
The land becomes colorless filled with white
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
The trees become stripped of their leaves
And the wind howls through the branches
As the wind swirls and twirls
It freezes everything in sight
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
As sheer ice covers the landscape
The snow drifts begin to pile
looking like dunes of desert sand
The roads start to become impassable
In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel
In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel
The ponds and rivers freeze to solid ice
Snow storms hit with a powerful vengeance
Blinding everything in it's snowy path.
Soaring upon the healing caress of eternal updrafts
Void of the thundering roars of man made mobile crafts
The songs of Mother Mountain echoing in perpetual silence
Piercing my heart like a plague of dreadful pestilence.
Barren from swords of men that slashed and burned
Wounded by those greedy hearts that scorned
Her lush emerald crown adorns her head no more
With teardrops of dew wasting in destruction galore
Upon her bosom I rest my tired wings
Weak and uncertain of what the future may bring
to all the creatures of mother mountain
Who now weep in mournful disdain.
Do you not see the loss your greed has wrought?
Our home, our emerald shelter covers us naught.
Left to wither and die under the searing heat
Can’t you hear the silence of her heartbeat?
My cries echo upon the barren earth
Tearfully letting go from my beloved perch
As I spread my wings, the winds to catch
To soar upon the caress of eternal updrafts.
Only There I feel the thunder
Calming Seas amongst the wonder
Only There on that horizon I see
Purpose in it all. A destination to be
Only There in the deep recesses of the mind
Feelings so pleasant and sublime
Only There mingling among the Spirits of Nature
Humbling down all of One's stature
Only There Madre Terre so beckons to see
In such freedom and raw intensity
Only there to be so calm. So serene.
The most beautiful vision I've ever seen
Only There to "see" where I often go
Anything Madre Terre wants to show
Note: Madre Terre = Mother Earth or Mother Nature
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Written 1/29/2010
Inspired by photography by: Troy Breaux