She was entrusted by God for our care, our Mother Earth was.
She soothed and nurtured us with a thick, warm primordial soup.
She sustains the balance of our delicate environment.
And so she cries black tears.

Tears saturated by the salt from the oceans that spawn them.
Tears thick and sticky as the sap that drains from an injured tree.
Tears that overflow their ducts until they obscure all they touch.
And so she cries black tears.

For the world abused by the overuse of all of God’s gifts.
For innocent lives lost in her warnings, vanished into her cries.
For intellect without intelligence to wisely use it.
And so she cries black tears.