MOTHER EARTH

Far crimson blades sever the night

    from dawn and early dew

As arrives the dauntless sun

    to wake the land anew.

"Oh Mother Earth, hear the call

    of those within your arms,

Cleanse this home in which we live

    with your timeless charms."

By virtue of your sweet breasts

    great miracles occur

Like butterflies upon the breeze

     pollinate blooms demure.

A seed, a plant, a bird, a child

    all life is of yours to give

And all depend upon your fate,

    for where else could we live?

As children we think not of good

    or earthly consequence

But jealous in our daily lives

    we weaken your defense.

Now wipe the tears from thoughtless eyes

    that scorn their mother's song

 As errant ways of strife and war

    add to nature's wrongs.

Blinded in our careless deeds,

    the harm done by our schemes,

We lay waste to your treasures

    and tarnish lovely scenes.

Now the child must be the mother

    and Mother Earth  the child

For only with such care as this

    can existence be worthwhile.

I pray that when I finally

    gather into your fold

And swoon within that last embrace

    then succumb to the cold

That  I might speak to Mother Earth,

    to whisper this refrain,

"Dear Mother mine, please let my love

    not have been in vane."

~Robert E Browne~