I hear her its like a rumble under foot,
I put my ear to the ground and I hear
her, I hear her scream,.

She whispers in my ear as to the ground I
listen, they are draining me, penetrating
my flesh for there greed.

She sheds tears as her emotions once frozen,
the destruction she feels brings the melting of
her tears, so many that her waters rise climbing the
shores so others feel her fear.

Even those are now being poisoned,  her water
once pure now everything is put in no respect to
the living they hold within.

That which grows upon me my beauty smeared.
If respect is not given by those that she lets live,
then she will wipe the slate clean. Because she is
always in pain, I know this because I can hear
her scream.