Like spoiled children,
We take and take.
Land, air, resources,
More and more.
Than we need,
Or handle.
Factories pumping smoke out,
Suffocating ourselves.
Stuck in our own trap.
We need to escape.
So we can finally,
Breath.
Mother Earth gives more.
The biggest giving tree.
But is it given?
Not by choice.
It is taken,
Stolen.
Her fever is getting worse.
The storms inside her,
Growing more destructive.
Trying to free herself,
From the sickness,
We caused.
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