About the Poem
The inspiration for this poem came to me through a dream. In this dream I saw how pure and good this earth once was. Now, through its degradation by pollution, war, and the over-exhaustion of resources, we may be destroying our only home.
|by Alison Rotmark|
|Life pulses throughout Her land,
Covered by rich harvest and fertile beauty -
Time as deep as ocean and as infinite as sand rippling harmony and
complexity; Her duty
Her life and wisdom rides the breeze,
As her mercy and strength evaporates.
Man's creation reigns; devastation, disease
>From invention of the wheel; we've industrialized our fates.
War and meaningless death - what extinction it creates.
Her rivers of life are running dry
As She watches Her children lead Her to die.
She feels the gentle wind of Her own failing breath,
And from Her eye a final tear does glisten.
It saddens Her to know we orbit our own death.
We've always known the way - her voice; if only we would listen.
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