Keep her safe,
Guard her against filth,
And disgusting behaviours,
Keep her clean,
And well looked after,
Give her the space she needs,
To be herself,
Assist her when things get tough,
Usually because we,
Did too much,
Or didn't do enough,
But allow her to bloom,
Every year and every moon,
Give thanks for the gifts,
The lessons and metaphor,
Given in every aspect,
Of our relationship and life,
She is so precious,
A jewel admired and loved,
Our Earth is our Mother,
In our wisdom she put trust.
Rowan Blair Colver