Earth Mother

Life pulsing through her caressing hands
Lands covered by a richness of harvest, fertile with bounty
For time measured deep as the oceans, just as infinite
Complexity as to a single grain, adrift in the sand rippling through desert wind

Plan simple yet harmony and intricacy abound
Duty, her life's meaning, only to provide
The soul of her, her life and wisdom, ride on every breeze
Her mercy and strength evaporates, beat down by the children's abuse

Man's creation reigns, devastation, disease, greed, hate
From raw invention, industrializing our fate
War and meaningless death, self-fulfilling extinction we create
Draining rivers dry, using without care or need

And ever loving, tears mostly gone, she allows her children lead death
Feel the gentle wind, her own failing last breath
And from her eye, a final tear does glisten
The sadness in her to know we bring our own end

We could always known the way, she is telling us
If only we would listen.....
 
Steve 'Easy' Whitacre December 4th, 2007