Earth Mother by Alison Rotmark

Life pulses throughout Her land, Covered by rich harvest and fertile beauty - Time as deep as ocean and as infinite as sand rippling harmony and complexity; Her duty Her life and wisdom rides the breeze, As her mercy and strength evaporates. Man's creation reigns; devastation, disease From invention of the wheel; we've industrialized our fates. War and meaningless death - what extinction it creates. Her rivers of life are running dry As She watches Her children lead Her to die. She feels the gentle wind of Her own failing breath, And from Her eye a final tear does glisten. It saddens Her to know we orbit our own death. We've always known the way - her voice; if only we would listen.

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