Ode To Our Mother - Earth Day Poetry

I Am Of The Earth
By Anna Lee Walters I am of the earth
She is my mother
She bore me with pride
She reared me with love
She cradled me each evening
She pushed the wind to make it sing
She built me a house of harmonious colors
She fed me the fruits of her fields
She rewarded me with memories of her smiles
She punished me with the passing of time
And at last when I long to leave
She will embrace me for eternity.

Spiritual Connection with the Earth
By Chief Seattle

How can one buy or sell the air, the warmth of the land? That is difficult for us to imagine.We do not own the sweet air or the sparkle on the water.How then can you buy them from us? Human kind has not woven the web of life, We are but the thread of it.Whatever we do to the Earth, we do to ourselves.All things are bound together, all things connect.Whatever befalls the Earth befalls also the children of the Earth

Earthdance

round rolls the water
round rolls the air
round rolls the earth
round the sun's
rounded flare

round roll the seasons
we see with round eye
round roll the reasons
that flowers must die

circles of wisdom
turned by the years
circles of passion
turned by the tears

dance to her rhythm
sing to her rhyme
all that we're given
is taken in time

Come Back To Earth
By Dee
I am a lover of many many fruits
Vegetables, grains even roots
From carrots to grapes
Bananas and dates
And organic botanic fig shoots
Earth Day comes but one time a year
But our carbon footprints don't disappear
Let's take back the earth
Call it a rebirth
We're standing boldly on the edge of the frontier　

Mother Earth

Gazing up toward the light,
spinning slowly 'round.
Hear her soft sweet lullaby,
and sink toward the ground.

Feel her peaceful greenness,
breathe in her clear blue sky.
Evermore forgiving;
be thankful she's alive.

Give back to her so kindly,
her face we've known since birth.
Cherish her not blindly,
...for she's our only Mother Earth.
C. Lynn Thomas

Our Mother Earth
Joshua Isham
This mother Earth,
Who gives us life;
This mother Earth,
Heart filled with strife,

We love her not,
Though love we should;
Her death we plot,
For life's "own good";

She gave us air, and food, and home,
That's not enough we humans scream;
With greedy lust our mouths do foam,
With evil hopes our eyes do gleam;

Her air we fill,
With smoke and death;
Ourselves we kill,
For lack of breath;

The sea once clean,
Now choked with waste;
To drink we fear,
Will death make haste;

The soil once pure,
And full of life;
Now barren sand,
Of farmer's strife;

No longer she,
Can stand our "love";
Now we must flee,
Like scattered dove;

She gave us all,
Unto the end;
Now we appalled,
Our lives defend