A woman watches.
Her skin a dark rich russet, smelling of the soil.
Her ******* round globes, mauve peaks marking the center.
Hair the color of sage, long and flowing.
Eyes baby blue gems, illuminated from within.
She wears an emerald and sapphire colored dress.
She lays on her side, her swollen stomach protruding.
A mother of many children.

Over the years she has been beaten and bruised
And the marks are starting to show.
Holes are forming in her dress leaving her unprotected.
She has a sickly pallor.
People tend to her but she is still fading.
Soon she will be a ghost of who she used to be.
Soon she will be like petrified wood, a skeleton.
Her tears filled with poison and sickness.
Our Mother Earth.