Be Gentle with our Mother...

Summer sunset, reds, oranges, fading to purples and pinks
Stately trees, leaves swaying in the breeze
You only see the deer when it moves
The owl when it flies

Rain forests disappearing with all they hold
for a few pieces of charcoal
pasture land

Glaciers breaking
so that polar bears have no place to go
Water levels rising
and some humans will have no place to go

Humans I implore
Be gentle with our Mother
There is no other...