The Earth breathes in color, exhaling in endless shades and infinite undertones
A panorama of pigment, it must be nearly bankrupt from the gradient chromas it constantly loans
This planet of ours, observing centuries as they float in and out of the harbor
Watching scene unfold, one after another, cataclysmic events growing larger and larger
Since the dawn of time, she has shelled out grace as if it were bread to the pigeons
As if it is no cost at all to spare such an endless love without condition
Over the years - what has she seen with her omniscient eye?
An endless emerging of life, born under only the promise that one day it will die
With every spin around the sun, what conclusions can be drawn -
What hopes and dreams have now come and gone?
Seeing wars erupt, felt her own body burn under the selfish hand of man
Demanding more and more until we eventually run out of land
Felt her roots chopped to manufacture weapons of destruction,
Watched in agony upon the minds of evil corruption
Has she seen angels who sat on the highest thrones fall to pits of despair?
Only to rehash their revenge plotting to trap naive insects into their spider snare
Did she have to close her eyes during the monstrosities we've inflicted?
As the illness of excess spreads, leaving us sick and afflicted
Cracks of the ground split in half when her own body betrays her along a precarious fault line -
Then we pour concrete over the wreckage, reimagining what was hers to our own self-serving designs
And it rains when she weeps of the violation done to her ground
Until we fill the air with hatred, voices rising of meaningless sound
I wonder, does she offer us miracles in persuasion,
An exchange in the hope that we will magically rise to the occasion
So she molds friendships out of the most unlikely of pairs
Keeps safe the largest of secrets, the darkest of prayers
Reunites families across continents, returning them to the blazing hearth of home
Gives us art to create, birds of song, and meadows to roam
Allows us to depart a location without an arrival destination,
Creates music for us to dance right into fervent, deep-rooted conversation
Introduces us to each other, so we don't have to captain this voyage alone
Crafts divine intervention so we can stumble into a being we've somehow felt like we've always known
Paints the horizon in blazing hues over the roar of the ocean
Tries to appease our unsatisfied appetite in a five course feast of devotion
And then we turn around and torch the souls we once walked alongside -
Withhold love at all costs so we're never denied
Put up skyscrapers of greed only to tear them down sometime in the near future
Expand gaps among people that have become so wide, they can never be sutured
Fill our pockets with greed so we can feel as though we're better off than others
Plant seeds of resentment in our hearts until we decide others must suffer
Step on necks and break spines to get where we're going,
March to the death of creativity by constructing bland structures where rivers should be flowing
Can we repay her for the rising debt that we owe?
A way to reverse these irrevocable travesties that turned us into her foes
Is there a way to undo all that has been done -
To pay homage to the rising moon and setting sun
Would she even believe a word if we promised to be better than all the hands before?
Or will she seek vengeance on our wrath, raining fire down in a great roar
Are we begging on borrowed time, a construct made anew -
Only concrete under my feet where flowers once grew
Can we fall on our hands and knees or is it too late?
Can we change what we have done or will we succumb to being soldiers in an army of dark fate?
And eventually, when she has finally given up on us, will we fly to another galaxy -
To poison it's lands too in an unjust travesty
Do we ever stop running in this hamster wheel to feel the blood that stains our clothes,
Or will we keep on this path as she continues to decompose
No one wakes up to see the evil we've inflicted,
Our minds decay as we surrender to this agonizing sickness
And we ask for more until the ground is dry and the sky is bleeding - more that she always gives us
But have we ever asked the Earth for her forgiveness?