I say unto thee,
Listen and take heed,
For mother earth cries out,
For those who carry no burden or no shame,
For the winds that blows so silently,
For the ground that shakes so evilly,
And for all our friends,
In the deep blue sea,
And for the green grass That grows below,
From the sun High above,
We her children,
Have got too become,
Aware of what we have done,
For all the damage that we have caused,
Be kind and become one with me,
My sight too see,
This dried up land,
that used to be,
So beautifully set,
Flourish me not,
Will cause me great despair,
But to hold me high above,
All that is aware of life and love,
Show me kindness,
For do not trash,
Or you will see,
Mother earth finally,
Out to bash,
For you take and do not care,
But mother earth tells,
do not dare,
for I will become,
The things that humans,
dread most,
And make the earth vanish,
And all living things close,
So for art thou dead,
In its wake I shall leave,
A quake, a thunder,
And make waters rise,
For pollution I will cause,
Not in the skies,
But in our own lives,
We will breathe,
Mother earth crying out,
In vain you see,
So please take heed,
In what I say,
Because mother earth,
Now lay dying at our feet.
© 1998 by Lydia Itnyre
