The next time you pass blossoming peach trees,
Pause, & wonder on the significance
Of beauty, let her thy deity be,
Terra Mater of the di selecti,
Her hair the elementum that is Earth,
Her ringlets cornucopias of fruit,
Canteloupe gorgeousness, this gemmy sphere
Invites the eyes to stray yonder corners
Of all we know, or rather told to know,
Like… electric cars are too expensive
& other such guff – let us count the ways
To save ourselves; first step, animation,
Next, appreciation of Mother Earth,
To cultivate her leads a pious life,
Sole survivors of the lines of Saturn,
We walk through forests to sing her praises
She kisses us when we start recycling!
Commencing our days with cereal rites
Beyond the enervation let us stand,
As if fire alarms all across the World
Went off in cacophonies together!
Rewilding ravaged nature we can forge,
Without her we are sterile, infertile,
Existless in a listless dirge of dust.