Mother Earth

They cut down the trees, leaving the soil as gray as Mother’s fur

We wander across the roads with nowhere to go

Not knowing whether we'll return

I climb on to Mother’s back

She knows we are being hunted, by cars and wild dogs alike

The trees are no longer filled with air

Carbon dioxide pours out of their dying lungs

Mother darts to the other side of the road

Gone. Gone is home. Gone is our hope. Gone is our land

I no longer can hold my mother’s hand

The trees struggle to hold onto the soil

Our Earth is in turmoil

For we are her children, traitors to the land

She is our marvelous Mother Earth

Responsible for our land’s birth

But why must she be hurt?

The air is mysterious, mist hiding its secret

Clouds fade into the darkness leaving me all one

I am scared, I am frightened

I am endangered