She watches over, spectrum eyes aglow.

Her flaring, flowering hair of vines and leaves,

Her breasts of earth are moist with streams of woe,

The cradling softness of her gentle seas.



She is the love mother of us all

With fragrant air and skin of purest snow.

Through rhythmic ocean waves we hear her call,

Protected with her love, we learn to grow.



There are no fruits from mother left to give,

Her sinless wonders struggle to survive.

We kill the very earth on which we live.

Why is this land of plenty forced to die?



She's cared and nurtured every life from birth;

It's time we showed some love for Mother Earth.