A Message

A hall of fame,

A hall of name,

You call me mother, never treat me the same.

Gave you warning, on warning,

But technology was, what you were yearning.

My land is in constant birth,

I give life to the ones who live on Earth.

Your carelessness and fears,

Have taken a toll over the years.

 

Blue skies on high, no longer clear,

The cloak of stars slowly disappears,

Remember the rivers, that gleamed and shined,

Where school of fishes once dined.

Poison now swims there,

Industries joined the destruction fair.

My forest green is gold, her hardest hue to hold.

Where the early leaves reside,

Slayed, fallen, never to rise.

A hall of fame,

A hall of name

You call me mother, never treat me the same.

 

 "How dare you!" I want to shout,

but no words come out. 

Part of me is cracking, in time,

but I hold it, for you to be fine.

Erupting anger, grey smoke,

Tremor running, all in rage.

You reap what you have sown,

So, let us sow a new seed.

 

You call me mother, mother nature

So, I care, I nurture

One can't blame one another,

so, let us all come together.

 

Once again birds will chirp,

Cloak of stars will appear,

School of fishes will dine together,

My forest green will be gold forever.

 

Hand in hand, we walk in sands of time

Never to step back in fatal time.