Mother

I grow close to my Mother

Earth around me

I am familiar with her ground 

But mostly with the torrents of her weather

Mankind will demand differently

Never as Mother would

But their cries are loud

With the shriek of efficiency at their tail

They don't really know

For they are blinded with heat and fire

Destruction is all destructed eyes can see

And they cast their gaze on me

Mother calls with gentle lilt

But the noise of mankind burns through her grasses

It seems easy to turn to self-protection

But there is a higher calling here

Sometimes I grow confused

For the weather is heavy,

The lightning foreboding

And sometimes cold rain can burn too

But the rampage of Mother

Though more powerful in her storming,

Has no such bitterness

Of the fires of men

I will take her rages,

Her tides to her shores

Embrace her wildfires

Welcome the seeming cruelties of nature

But for man's bitter pill

He must swallow himself

I will listen to Mother,

Man's anger no longer

They think that she's stupid

They think that she's frail

They don't try to hear Her

They don't try to understand

And perhaps I know that

Because they listen little, too

To my fires and tides, 

My heart and my words

They think us naive
They think us so young

They don't know of our age

Or our soul

So Mother, dear Mother

Draw close to me now

For I'd take every fire, tide,

Every storm

I know you, I feel you

Primitive in me

I wish to protect you, love you, conceal you,

But sometimes that cannot be

So I will continue

Struggle and all

Knowing we're worthy,

We'll rise more than we'll fall.