A Poem About Mother Earth

You, with your everlasting sorrow mom
deserve nifty hands and healing ways of
You, who always loved with the true st calm
now sit bereft of food and needs God's glove

You, the womb that bore consecrated Zen
sit still with your emptiness praying that
You, will once more be as fertile as a hen
fresh as the ocean in God's special vat

You, who have given us bounty with grace
have birthed a sapling, a seed, and the bud
You, Mother Earth whos honest clean faced
has always provided with substance and sud

They, who have loitered and taken your fresh,
are caught in a web, they cannot dis-enmesh.