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Sister Gaia/Mother Earth

Sister Gaia/Mother Earth
22 November 2017

She lives, she breathes, she moves with a quiver,
though you may never see her heart, lungs or liver.
She laughs, she rejoices, and sometimes she cries,
she knows our presence here though you can’t see her eyes.
She speaks and she yells, with a thunderous clap,
and sometimes she whispers in the wind at our back.
She gives us the things we need to survive.
so why can’t we admit she’s even alive?
Water, food, shelter, warmth from above;
she even surrounds us with energy and love.
We cut, burn and dig to try to control her,
yet we rarely turn around and remember to thank her.
I am just as guilty as anyone else,
so I’m trying to change how I treat her myself.
Instead of giving her any type of abuse,
I really am trying to be of better use.
I try not to pick flowers or leaves anymore,
because they are connected through the roots in the floor.
If there is an animal in pain or in need,
I try to help out, to comfort or feed.
We don’t have to hug trees to show her we care,
just picking up trash can help clean the air.
We may never be perfect and that’s alright,

we just have to respect her so she keeps up the fight.

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