Mother Earth Is Dying

Watching the world slowly decay

Mother earth she aching in pain

I never appreciated her enough.

She’s been my mother

Ever since I could remember

Her soul cannot be replaced

Filled with such peace

For the rare place that

Holds the first shades of color

She showers you with rain

Warm or cold. Just ask her

She’ll give you praise.

Where long grass

offers you a warm embrace

A pillow made from tree moss

You let me escape from

Such a hateful place

Poor mother, I’m sorry

On the behalf of the human race

Let my tears fill up

Your empty creeks