The footnotes of a beginning,
under the risk of a truthful rise,
superintends the falling skies.
Minstrel's crack whispers,
a different future is spoken,
whales sing their flames of water,
infuriated amongst their daughters.
Raging a plausible dispute,
minor factions' decree prosperity
while contemplating "their" demise.
Until they cease the fumes turning to fog
and continue to entrance this present
they are not a conscious being.
So Beautiful, Our Mother Earth by Theoddra, literature
Literature
So Beautiful, Our Mother Earth
We follow roads
Like deep scars
Rarely looking off
The path we're on
She cries for us
In whispered winds
Calls for us
Silently
Yet we ignore
Her subtle beauty
Our beautiful
Mother Earth
Instead we hide away
In boxes
Made of concrete, wood, plaster, and steel
And we forget her
Then the day will come
Maybe when we are much older
And we will look out the window
Or drive past a park in spring
We will see the children playing
Out in the grass
In the summer light
Breathing in the summer air
Innocent and joyful
Connected with all the things around them
Just like we were one time
So beautiful, our mother Earth
For us to