Do not insult Her, for She may not forgive ~ and then we will die in the blackness and silence of space…
She is vast, beautiful like a constellation.
She and I are made up of the same stars.
If you could search her eyes
you would see a whole universe swirling there.
Being a part of her is like riding on a spaceship,
watching as the moon shines like a disco light.
Don’t try to harm her. She’ll become destructive.
Her storms are wild and restless.
Inside she is a fragile chemistry set.
I wish to hug her to me, keep her safe,
but she’s too big to wrap my arms across.
Her seas are endless. She holds life in a pulsating fist.
Her secrets carry on the wind. Her breath is my breath.
©2013 Louise Hastings
A belated Earth Day poem 🙂