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I was born green, resplendent and clean, beautiful and balanced the kind now unseen. I conceived you, my son along with the plants and the animals, I guided you through evolution and you've evolved as my best Creation. I've quenched your thirst, your every need I've nourished you, my son with a single seed. My elements you blended now you’re a technological alchemist, but in the process you got blinded For you I cry, with an untimely mist. Once I let you play with snow and dance in the rain, But you've made me blow a blizzard and flood you with pain. I was the warmth in your cold, my nature was your muse, now all that is a dream you sold for your luxuries misused. I am the land the wind and the air, I am the water but do you really care? In your quest for knowledge you discovered yourself and me, you called yourself human and me your mother Now look what you've turned out to be. My resources all consumed you abandon me once barren, you predict the day of doom but still won’t commit to prevention. Last chance can be just one, of warnings there has been no dearth, come back and heal me, my son it’s time to save Mother Earth.
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
For you, my son
I was born green, resplendent and clean, beautiful and balanced the kind now unseen. I conceived you, my son along with the plants and the animals, I guided you through evolution and you've evolved as my best Creation. I've quenched your thirst, your every need I've nourished you, my son with a single seed. My elements you blended now you’re a technological alchemist, but in the process you got blinded For you I cry, with an untimely mist. Once I let you play with snow and dance in the rain, But you've made me blow a blizzard and flood you with pain. I was the warmth in your cold, my nature was your muse, now all that is a dream you sold for your luxuries misused. I am the land the wind and the air, I am the water but do you really care? In your quest for knowledge you discovered yourself and me, you called yourself human and me your mother Now look what you've turned out to be. My resources all consumed you abandon me once barren, you predict the day of doom but still won’t commit to prevention. Last chance can be just one, of warnings there has been no dearth, come back and heal me, my son it’s time to save Mother Earth.
aaron
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Indian
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
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