Our mother is dying fast
from too much carbon in the air
and too much poison of prosperity
poured into her oceans,
fertile grounds and the river streams
through the outlets of progress, vomiting.
She is no more vibrant
and full of colors like she was
centuries ago when fewer human
crowded her brown, ragged skin, unlike now,
ever busy overgrazing
like a colony of virus
without any thoughts for the time ahead,
spreading, then moving on to spread again.
Now we can either cherish or destroy
the wonders of life on our mother and
that would decide if she will, in return,
nourish or abandon the humankind.