By Quietus

We are mere infants,
Living in our mother's womb.
Our mother is Earth,
Both dangerous and beautiful.
Her fury takes the lives of her children,
But her children suckle her dry.

She's home to many creatures,
All derived from stardust.
Mother Earth gave us the perfect home,
She made us thrive and grow.
Everything she ever did,
She did for the creation of us.

Every part of our mother is alive,
Connected and intertwined.
We take her for granted,
And we destroy our kin.
As children of mother Earth,
We must do better.

Mothers always die,
And ours will take us with her.

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Copyright 2019 Quietus
Published on Sunday, August 4, 2019.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Just a little "save the earth" moment. I recently watched this documentary series called One Strange Rock and it really struck a chord with me. It was a really interesting show, so check it out if you have Netflix.
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  • I IS ME On Tuesday, March 12, 2019, I IS ME (379)By person wrote:

    Truth is spoken here, tight

  • Chelsey Elaine On Monday, March 11, 2019, Chelsey Elaine (90)By person wrote:

    I always try to do my part to keep rhe earth healthy. I dont drive. Don't litter and recycle . I swear when i see people litter I want to murder them. Very good write xox

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