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Earth

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts”. Rachel Carson 


Mother Earth! In love and awe, we salute you!
Though you are just a speck in this vast universe
There is no other planet to match you in grace
Explorations to outer space have been there since long
But so far, no habitat like yours is found anywhere.

Dear Earth, we see you and call you as our Home.
You have birthed and nurtured countless generations.
You are decked in sprawling vistas, prairies and gardens.
Dressed in green, you soothe our eyes and ease our pain.
In you, there are running brooks and quiet creeks,
Snow-capped mountains with jagged peaks,
Sleeping valleys and towering hillocks,
Sunny beaches, dense woods, canyons and plains. 

Wherever we gaze, whatever places we tread
We see a world of beauty and wonder with mysterious live forms
Oceans girdling you are home to numerous marine creatures
Deep in the forest’s shady realm, beasts roam and birds’ twitter
Fawns play, rabbits hop and squirrels dart up and down the trees.

If we roam through the landscape, glimmering with dew,
Listen to the brooklet's susurrus murmur,
Watch the starry eyed flowers with bees humming around,
Our ailing hearts will be soothed and stimulated.
If we contemplate on the beauty of the earth,
We will surely find great reserve of strength to last a life time. 

Though Mother Earth provides everything we need
In us is a tendency to exploit and drain her, 
Polluting and disrobing her, leaving her so vulnerable,
With carbon emissions and toxic chemicals, 
Creating holes in her protective ozone layer.
Thoroughly deprived of clean air and crystalline waters,
She is left sterile, barren and ugly, so unlivable.

Oh, Mother Earth,
Benevolent thou art, still ever malevolent men,
We assault you and we maim and mar,
We suck the life sap – we leave you dry,
We ooze out the blood and cast you dead.

Oh! Pardon us!! ‘Spare your rod’
Lash not – we fall at your feet!




Copyright © Valsa George

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