Poetry

This Earth

This Earth we walk on

All over with our boots and our heels, and our grinding toes

This Earth sustains us

Her angry tenants; complaining about the heat and the lights

This Earth loves us

No matter how we beat her and strip her and plunder her soil

This Earth remains

If only we could accept that she is all we have,

This Earth will die

If we can't look past our greed and our oil and our money

This Earth is home

And she will give us all she has even until the last moment

This Earth is ours

See her, adore her, care for her as she has selflessly done for us.