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Nature's tears

My skin is of different colors
And I'm still round and still quite wide
Though I belong to one and all
Governments large and people small
My love doesn't roll in and out on the tide

I beg for preservation in every way
In powers unleashed and beauty unseen
Yet I protect my loved ones constantly
Aged in years, wisdom and experience
But somehow I'm still very green

I was here long before any of you
And from me you draw your life's blood
And I give you more and more
Down to my tired and aching core
Till my tears came in a muddy flood

On a wind's sigh or a fearsome blow
My heart's beat rolls in and out
I long for love and protection
I will have my way, violently I must say
With a shake and a quaking pout

And now because you wouldn't listen
And I tried and tried with all my worth
I swung and swayed, hummed and prayed
Now, I'm rejected and neglected
I am an Angry and Wounded Mother Earth

by Sylvia Sprowls

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