A Mother's Cry



My existence is essential to the existence of all my children.

My work is beneficial to them

To provide, to share, to nourish

The majority, appreciative they are

They tend to my beauty; they appreciate my full existence



Yet some have neglected me

Hurt me, filled my eyes with shame and sorrow

My beauty they continue to destroy

The very things put in place for their survival

Gone they are with the wind.



Everywhere my demise is clear, yet few pay attention

But I will not give up

There is hope, that the children of today and tomorrow

Will me remember me, protect and admire me