When, One day, the humans start living in other planets, or the moon or anywhere else in any other galaxy, hopefully, there will be at least someone or some means by which they can explain Earth. About the diversity of Flora and Fauna that flourished on Her. How beautiful she was with all the mountains, oceans, trees and flowers.
I have written this poem here in that aspect. How someone will describe Mother Earth when she cease to exist. Dedicating this poem to those times, when all of Earth will be destroyed.
But let us be hopeful that we stop this madness of destruction before it is too late.
Once upon a Milky Way,
There was a planet- all gay.
She was called Earth by all,
Blue Planet- we liked to call.
Her gown was all blue and green,
Even had more- unseen and seen.
She loved dancing around the Sun,
And spinning she did- for Fun.
The spin and travel birthed Seasons,
All pretty for all reasons.
She was a beauty all around,
Embracing life- she was found.
She loved her children- all kind and type,
Mothering them and kept them ripe.
Some were rooted but more poised,
Some could move and were voiced.
Land ,air,water and some more,
Coves and caves and mountains, shore.
They did live on everywhere,
And they dwelled here and there.
Colors and shapes and you name all,
Big and small and short and tall.
Legs- when some had four and moved on,
Some did think of crawling on.
When some thought of swimming deep,
The feathery ones flew above and steep.
When Earth was haven for all on,
The two- legged ones - Humans were born.
Humans grew more and more,
Humans all- wanted more.
"Not enough" -was their slogan,
"Wanted more" - terror and agon.
The rooted friends - chopped off fast,
And the animal lot all gone by-past.
Mother she was- but not spared,
Her womb even- they set to flare.
More and More they pulled her down,
Greens and blues all gone from her gown.
Humans but, did not mourn,
Until empty was thy urn.
They killed her more- her soul and womb,
Lost she was in her brown tomb.
The Blue- Planet- we liked to call,
Slowly but claimed it all.
She was lost - moreover,
She was gone- forever.
When once upon she had Fall, (Autumn)
Now she won't heed our Call.
Prompt for 14/10/2019 : Mother Earth
My entry for OctPoWriMo – 2019