Never blind to her
Do not tell me to believe, do not infer.
Why not believe in the real one, her.
She provides the lives we live a place,
to call home and shelters the human race.
Do not tell me to kneel and beg called praying,
or listen to the scriptures incorrectly be saying.
Not when she is consistently beneath our feet.
If you listen closely, she has her own heartbeat.
This earth with her own rhythms and flows.
Pay attention and you will learn what she knows.
Do not tell me to ignore my eyes, or to close my mind.
To Mother Earths’ existence I will never be blind.