The Will of Terra
Once Terra thrived in time, Her palms flushed green,
and children nestled buds among Her roots.
Her cyan blood was thirsted, not demeaned,
and his rays and Her blood bore mankind fruit.
For centuries, men trade flesh for own slake,
Her cries pleading for changed evolution.
Ravage Her body, leave poison in wake,
Mother's blood now venomous with pollution.
The sands of time scratch the slits on Her face,
and teeth grit as hands trace bare, butchered skin.
Phoenix She is not; soon his love will raze,
And blaze She will, in the hands of our kin.
Perhaps Adam's progeny is Her blight,
But cease Her life, we all go to the light.