This is the day we laud our Earth
who, from the first day of her birth
has gathered, to increase her girth
around her core, the fertile soil
that, by our labor and our toil,
helps us retain our mortal coil
by giving sustenance to all
residing on our spinning ball.
Yet, we have spread oil’s deadly pall
over this globe that gives us life
until, I fear, our home is rife
with that which cuts us like a knife,
our umbilical to sever.
Always, we deem ourselves so clever
with our improvements, but we never
seem to see the full effect––
how each gain is a defect.
It’s on this day that we reflect
on how we’ve served our mother ill.
And now we swallow that vile pill
and thereby finally pay our bill––
that fine we’re issued as we wait
for that improbable ending date
when all our poisoning will abate.
Knowing still, down in our heart
that all the evils that we start
are but that fatal stabbing dart
that will eventually bring an end
to each family member and friend
as nature’s laws we seek to bend.
Now as we wait in our human queue
to receive the verdict that we’re due,
there is one fact that’s sure and true.
As we vanish, here and yon,
and as, eventually, we’re gone,
the Earth will still be going on.
Both NaPoWriMo and WordPress gave “Earth Day” as a prompt today. I’m also using my illustration to fulfill Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt. Three birds, one stone.