The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write a georgic in honor of Earth Day.
Treat Her Well
Our beautiful mother Earth has been crying out for help
Begging us to relent in our quest for the almighty dollar
For long enough to see what we are doing to her, to our home
There is so much beauty in her lands, skies, and seas
She works hard to keep herself pristine despite our destructive actions
The natural order of things is amazingly adept at keeping things in balance
But how long can she carry on as her filters get clogged and her cleansing
Waters grow more and more acidic and sullied?
Mother earth is not averse to our progress, which is apparent
When we see the abundance of resources with which she offers us to work
It is our greed and lust for money and power which has begun to ring her death knell
Some wonder if it is already too late, but they underestimate her amazing ability
To regenerate and heal, both herself and the things which live in and on her
The time has come to nurture her in the way that she has us
Look around and see the amazing gifts in the everyday things that many of us rush by
Without her we have nothing, so it is time to treat her well.