The Earth is bleeding because it’s abused
Being took advantage of
It is wondering why we’re doing this; it’s looking for our love
No one owns this Earth of ours; its being is wholesome and free
Yet we claim her like an object, some sort of won trophy
Why do we abuse her so? Why do we crush her life?
When will we learn to love her? She makes a good housewife
All she does is care and nurture, all she does is breathe
Yet all we’re intent on doing is making her further grieve
Why not work with Mother Nature and love her like we should?
Why not stop this torture and treat her really good?
My poem here has ended, but the story continues on
Take care of our mother earth, so she can live on
I was floating above my shell last night
About to travel to the world of my dreams
But then I stopped
I don’t know why
It’s frustrating that I do not fly into that other realm
Maybe it’s because the idea overwhelms?
Oh is it real? I can’t tell
But I know it’s a place that’s put me under its spell
Maybe they’ll call me tonight or maybe not?
I hope so; to me it means a lot
Though I worry that it’s not all real
That a game is being played
I sometimes think that way and I shouldn’t
But I think I’m mentally frayed
Well one day I shall know
And if it’s real my happiness will overflow
But if it’s not, then my soul will die
Because for many years this place has made me cry
For I want to go home
I want to go home to my paradise