Believed she  was forever young.
The tides they told her with their sound, as they pounded the immortal shore.
The wheat in the fields bowed and rustled,swinging to the beat of time.
One man entirely dressed in black, enforced the fact the mother earth be failing fast.
For she be not immortal after all.
Shut up.
Listen.
Hear her call.
Once man thought he had it all.

Bees still buzzing furiously.
The word is on the block.
Butterflies flit on fragile wind.
Man sees how much these creatures mind.
People power set our mother free.
Nurture her upon our knees
No more wanton war destruction.
May our planet live in peace.
Breathe in the air.
Pray sweet release.
(c)Livvi