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(Written for the "Something On Nature" competition)
Photo: Misty Trees By James Whitesmith
I’m your mother for heaven’s sake
would it hurt to pay me a visit?
step out of doors and take a break
that can’t be too difficult, is it?
Bathed in fluorescent facsimile of sunlight
you sit staring, transfixed by a screen
oblivious to the passing of day to night
seeking peace in an airbrushed pastoral scene
Observing seasons change from a 31st floor pew
one escalator, one elevator you’re there
In no way can equal my mountaintop view
reached by forested trail in crisp Autumn air
Come home, hijo mío, to your dear Mother earth
simplicity, peace, and harmony abound
fly back to the nest for your sacred rebirth
make haste for too soon you will lay underground
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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