They’ve called me mother; I am anything but the heavenly mother they look for. Not the smallest of my siblings; the golden favourite of our father. Called me Gaia, called me Terra, called me Geb, called me Volos, call me Earth. I walk the earth unbothered. I’ve heard their cries, their laughter, their pain, their joy. I walk the earth unbothered. I guided them out from the depths, from the harsh waves, I introduced them to the trees, the fruit, the warm-blooded mammals and cold-blooded reptiles. I walk the earth unbothered. Taught them to hunt, to gather, to procreate, to build. I walk the earth.
They grew. They grew. They grew.
They moved and expanded and learnt to adapt to the cycle of my seasons,
their buildings got bigger and they stopped moving, they settled, then they grew. They grew. They grew.
They expanded outward with an ever-flourishing population.
They learned to plant seeds,
they never had to go far for food.
They dug holes for water,
they never felt they would be parched again.
They cursed me, called me cruel, cried out for mercy from me during the blizzards of winter. They cursed me, called me unkind, they begged me for rain when the sun blazed, and their water got sparse. They praised me, called me sweet when the greenness of spring bloomed from the dirt and the animals came out from their tree-homes and sleeping graves. They praised me, called me loving when I presented them with new life.
I gave them fire,
they used it for war.
I gave them stone,
they used it for war.
I gave them iron,
they used it for war.
I gave them blood,
they shed it for war.
War against man, war against nature, war against self.
They’ve called me mother; I am anything but the heavenly mother they look for. Call me brother nature, because it's much more likely That you like me when I help you, Hate me when I don’t But love me always. Love me always. Because we live in the same home.
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