Mother Earth

Hurrah! The sun rose again this morn

And likely it will be set again this eve.

Good fortune ours to here-in dwell, to be born

Our Mother Earth her children ne'er will leave.

For as she whirls her minuet in space

She echoes frigid moon from seething sun

And shelters us within her warm embrace

Until another day is spun.

This has been so, but will it ever be?

Can she and we continue in this round

In which we ravage her and say we're free?

Our history answers yes, but here's news found.

Earth's children have laid waste her fertile forces.

She shrugs and says: No renewable resources.

Bernie McCarron