Compassionate-rains water Her drought.
Her landscape meant to fertile lives inside out.
Ignite, wills She commanding forest-fires run free.
Her message is clear but ignored by many.
What would She do? Alas, you shall see.
She’s already begun. Trying, She seeks a desperate remedy.
Mountains of ocean rock and sway.
Her core boils furious with each passing day.
She will prevail regardless, I say.
It is we who will perish, burn, and decay.
This poem makes me think about Mother Earth feeling sad in the wake of all the forest fires right now.
This is a timely subject, albeit a little depressing. Well done!
Thank you for reading! Mother earth’s sadness is exactly what I was going for. Along with a large dose of her tough-love!
I thought this Beautiful poem could either be referencing Mother Earth’s real battles for survival or be an analogy for Tina’s struggle to break into the world of published authors. She will prevail and win. However, it should be known, I am not a writer.