How you must mourn in all that you see
Weary in ancient wisdoms
Acheful in acknowledgements
Tearful in tired tyrannies
Possibley innocent and then led astray
His body succumbed to desperate disarray
This man's mind forcefully faltering
Her son's soul wildly wallowing
Land wholly and bitterly lost
Climates altered, no matter the cost
Not one single notion of guilt
Our blue sea's and celestial silt
Elected officials of powers that deceive
Insolent and unwilling to perceive
Callous in horrible, evident intent
Inbred and predisposed to dissent
How you must rejoice in all that you conceive
Sanctity in savory spirit
Power in peaceful pleasure
Love in light you illuminate
Calling the cleansing of cyclical rhythm
Like that of your beautiful goddess children
Incandescent lunar motion
Purely elating it's emotion
Invoking expressions of some lone tree
Singing out and belonging to all that is free
Depthful oceans and eminent mountains
Thespian roles in massive fountains
Prompting love to find one another
Reminding us to identify with our brother
Giving and receiving a genuine touch
Your lenient whisper reminds us of such
Balance is the breath that insights us to dream
Of Mother Earth's ability to tolerate and believe
In all of our wrong doings and collective choices
She is supporting us in our amazingly strong voices
It is unbarable for me, mother to mother, to accept
How it is we can be so dark and bereft
Of the immaculate surroundings in our every step
For she is not impatient or inhuman in our progression
Only diligently overseeing the essence of our succession
And with this selfless favor we cannot overlook
The very honor we must bestow to all that which is written in her book
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