Our Mother Earth – a piece of rhyming poetry on my mental health blog that shows a way I view Earth and life at times. 

Our Mother Earth, a living tomb,

The spirits of our ancestors are we.

That are now back in Earths womb,

And the evil that our lineage did see.

Is always here at present day,

The children we once were are no more.

We have to see the evil cast away,

No two of us the same for sure.

Our tribulations have not been in vein,

Each of us has a purpose that lies within.

That’s what it takes for Heaven on Earth to sustain,

The grips within a pinch.

We were meant only to survive,

But, oh wow how we have felt alive.

You can see when flocks of birds fly to the sky,

They didn’t need much to thrive.

So, it’s our time, we have arrived,

Everyday we reach new heights.

Inner peace is within your sights,

This world has space for you to choose what to make of your life.

[Written: 2025-04-25]