What Do We Give To Mother Earth? Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

What do we give to Mother Earth? — we piss on her.
She bears our filth, our waste, our scorn,
Yet meets us with the morning sun, reborn,
Her breath in winds, her grace in silent stir.

She is not spared the weight of our disgrace,
We foul her rivers, scar her face with fire,
And still she lifts us gently, ever higher,
A smile enduring through our dark embrace.

The good mother she is — in her arms we are cradled,
Fed by her fruits, in her soil softly swaddled.
She gives us all: the sky, the seed, the rain —
And asks for nothing, not praise, not refrain.

Her patience vast as oceans deep and wide,
She bears the wounds of all our careless pride.
Shall we not kneel and tend her sacred womb,
Before she folds us quiet in her tomb?