My MOTHER EARTH

If life were a dream, I would be the cloud

Gazing over peoples garden, watching them play in gay abandon

On a bright and sunny day, I see Children running behind one another,

Whilst on a cloudy dreary day, I see friends running away from one another

If life were a dream, I would be the rain,

Fattening my sisters and flowing with them in joy and harmony

Wetting the desert and whetting their appetite for a hopefully good crop

Cascading down windshields of a city car, cooling the ground left hot by my brother the SUN

If life were a dream, I would be the wind,

Blowing over the country side, flowers sashaying by the Barn

Fields of corn waiting for the morn, for the Farmer my friend is afraid I may storm

Scared he is of the tempest I raise when I see his brethren shear the tree

Little do they realize , that me and my brothers the cloud ,the rain and the sun

Love him so, for he is the youngest sons of our Mother the Earth

If life were a dream, I would be the lone tree in a large field

Feeling the mist on my tiny leaves, while feeding the Goats these emerald beads

Bearing a fruit I continue my stay, my friend the Farmer has come to pray,

For I am home to Beatles, Birds, Butterflies and all that’s a Beautiful creation of my mother

The Earth

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My MOTHER EARTH