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Years ago, when the earth Was as delicate as a new born doe A huge land mass got split Giving a piece of land On which we stand, upright and still Ancestors turned into humans
streaks of color a droplet / a prism bold, crazy, rainbow.   the scent the earth soaked in new sunshine fresh dew   music no human can replicate. the notes
Listen! I am between the sidewalk cracks Listen! Here under asphalt bought with tax Listen! To city trees with smog their ax   Hear my healing voice and have hope again
In a gigantic galaxy Lies the 3rd rock from the sun Sustaining all kinds of life It continuously spun Simultaneously rotating as it orbits Causing change in every 3 months
To me, they were all sea-glass and Midsummer morning Seraphic choir song that would whisper words of sweet serenity
our mother (earth) knows pain more than any human could experience and/orcomprehendbouts of droughts are known to occur during summer; the phrase “when it rains it pours” isn’t well known for little reasoning
Smoke clogs her lungs and makes it hard to breathe Cough, cough she tries to hard Her tears dry up as her children beg Her to give them more but nobody listens to Her needs, to Her pleads
Some say she was born millions ago, Others say hundreds. She's here now. We treat her like we're teens, We don't clean our room. We kill her children, Lo matamos cuando quiere cariño.
A rocky hillock grove Through softly which  Thy sea-wind blows By which a single river flows into the cold loch it goes   Thy Single starry night 
  Mother Earth  rejoices hymns of children cradled in branches birthed by her human mothers   Mother Earth rooted in pain endurer of vain bears blessing, sends prayer
I need answers I need prayers I need sympathy In this dying misery I need affection I need hope I need this wind to tell me which way to go So come with me now
Nature is a beautiful thing… When it isn’t retaliating But can we really blame nature for her emotional mood swings? Isn’t it our fault that the air has smog rings?
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