I write this as I sit surrounded by trees,
Forest; a never-ending green.
I breathe Her air, I feel Her heartbeat

I feel the Earth.

I feel the Earth, with its pesky flies
I feel the Earth, with its spiderweb lullabies

Amidst the cherished flora and fauna,
Amidst the Life.

I feel the Earth.
Sun-shining, canopy of plants blossoming;

But the autumn leave do fall, in time.
And the winter winds, so cold; harsh--

I feel Her sorrow.

I feel the Earth weeping; but not just in rain, or in snow
I feel the Earth sobbing, but not just in hurricanes or tsunamis
I feel the Earth screaming, but not just in Earthquakes, in her fear.
But what "fear" could someone so powerful hold?

She is afraid. . . of the Forgetting.

She is afraid, of her muddied waters,
When a human forgets her importance.
She is afraid of losing her trees
That we are cutting down.

She is afraid of losing control;
Of sobbing so much that-

She OVERFLOWS.

Who am i to judge her pain; when i am part of her enemies?
Who am I, oh Mother Earth
To feel your deepest anguish?

Just someone who sees My Home.

And never wants Her to be Forgotten.