Environment Poem

Always the quiet one in any crowd, yet always thinking. After the unexpected death of my husband I found that writing down my thoughts helped me deal with my life. Somehow it usually came out in poetic form. My little poems have been my therapist, friend, and inspiration, Perhaps someone else will derive pleasure or help from them as well. Mankind can be so arrogant and careless. This poem reminds us to care for our Earth or pay the price.

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© Edith A. Phinazee

Published: Jun 2011

Mother Nature

Our world is always changing,
Constantly re-arranging.
From ocean depths to mountain peaks,
Mother Nature moves and speaks.
While telling stories of our past
She tries to teach us how to last.
Mankind, so smart, sometimes blind
Leaves common sense far behind.
We're moving fast and living large,
Forgetting she's the one in charge.
Amazed when she rings our bell,
Sending us through living hell.
She can twist our steel, shake any city,
If her wrath you feel, we shall pity.
Yet some who speak on her behalf,
I fear just seek the golden calf.
It's true, we must treat her right.
Or we will incur a deadly plight.
Treat her with distinction
Or surely face extinction!

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