A brisk wave of wind,
the burning rays of light
brightened up
the dark night sky.
A running woman,
a walking man,
both very consumed
in their own day.
Children still sleeping,
awakening parents,
nothing but coffee
and light morning silence.
Blossoming trees
and the sweet scent of a flower,
the wind blew them away
and brought right back to me.
I stand alone,
holding my morning coffee,
I look at the beautiful dawn
and prepare for my duty.
And what is it that I do,
one might wander,
well, ask no more, my dear you,
I am your mother.
Some call me earth,
others prefer Mother Nature,
whichever is fine,
as long as you respect me.
I may not wear last fashion,
I may not even have shoes on my feet
but I can assure you
with me you want to mess not.
I might be gentle
and give you warm sunny days,
but I can be brutal
and evoke deadly earthquakes.
All I ask from my children
is not a thing you have to buy;
it isn't money, it's not for sale,
but buried somewhere deep
in each and every one self.
I ask for respect
for me and my children,
everything living
even if it's not breathing.
Stop polluting my rivers,
stop destroying the land
because sooner or later
even I will not be able to help.
Dark shadows upon you
have already started to gather,
be aware and respect
all that is given.
Instead of burning,
why don't you plant another tree?
In that way I don't have to worry
and you will be able to live
as long may be even as me.
'Cause I am immortal
for having respect of the earth,
for loving everything I've created,
for looking after everything since birth.
And you, my dearest child, might want to follow
my undying example,
because having respect for your earth
might just save you from a Nature's disaster.