As the day to celebrate me approaches…
When I see how you mistreat each other and me…
it makes me wonder why
and the moment I saw the hate, the wars…the pollution…I began to cry.
I hope you find a way to halt your hatred and neglect…
if you want to wash away my tears…
because I am more delicate than you might think…
more fragile than I appear.
I’m afraid if you can’t find a way to treat me better
and to each other extend the hands of peace…
then I will continue to wallow in my sadness
and my tears will never cease.
And the Universe will witness the end of me…
and watch me exhale my last breath…
and wonder how an entire planet
could have cried herself to death.
Sincerely,
The Earth
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