The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write a poem in honor of Earth Day.
How fitting it is that at least here in my town, you are crying on your day, Mother Earth
What we’ve done to you is sorrowful indeed, corrupting you daily with our greed
On days such as this, when the gentle rain quietly washes the city’s streets clean
And washes the dust from the buds and blossoms of Spring
It is easy to see your beauty-the way you glisten in a rainy day’s stillness
With little more sound than birdsong filling normally bustling sidewalks
This heart fills with the wish that those who inhabit you will care for you better
Humanity seems to have a notion that your perfection can be improved upon
With the creation of chemicals which attempt to recreate what you already provide
Or engineering life itself with profits in mind, resulting in death and destruction
I cry with you beautiful Mother, while I hold out hope that it isn’t too late
That perhaps we can nurture you back to health by caring for you as you have for us
Why can’t they understand that when they destroy you, they destroy themselves?