by Dee Wes
Kneel down and kiss her face,
The earth, she is, your beautiful place.
Pick up the trash, one by one,
If you do not her life is done.
Big industry, polluting the streams
Fishing and swimming, maybe a dream.
The years they pass, as she wept
She flooded the lands, with tears full of depth.
Bring on the protesters, to stand for what’s right.
Someone to protect her, to show us the light.
The trees all burning, on so many hills.
The icebergs, melting, gives you the chills.
Look up to the sky at all of the stars,
Nothing better than the earth that is ours.
When will humans, make a start,
To nurture and caress her, revive her sick heart?