Mother Earth, she cycles, and gives birth to lifecycles and ecosystems.

Her molten core, changes, evolves, yields, from fertile imagination.

Her history and mysteries are still being revealed.

Earth

A Blue Ocean planet, with swirls of white and dark, the only home we’ve ever known.

We call her Mother, Madre, Matter.  She is our host, keeper, provider, protector.

She hosts the storms, and provides the ground, and every element needed for symphony.

Symphony of Life, from single cells, to diverse organisms, so many sentient beings.

Earth

One birth, One Genome we call home, we do not own, but use with great abandon.

We are still her suckling children, but also part spider, inside her, and we run rampant.

Apex predator, omnivores, we have character traits of all we ate, and all we left alone.

Earth is our home.

We are not alone, but we act like it: ego-centric, human-centric, vicious and violent.

Sweet Earth stays silent, or so we like to think, in the sync.

It could be, just a matter of time, before she adjusts her ecosystems.

Earth

The Garden Planet, hosting Relationship Gardens, but we’ve become barbaric.

Hard-hearted souls, we dig like moles, as we place our “higher self” up on the shelf.

I wonder why she keeps us.

It forces me to nursery rhymes of Mother Earth and Father Time,

and many thoughts of things sublime.

Maybe she is “God’s Footstool,” but I like to think his beloved “Hand-maiden.”

Her graciousness, amazes.  Isn’t it time we honor our Mother?