Kiss the Earth
Love, Papa.
Kiss the earth
That from which all is born
Mother of mothers
Keeper of hearts,
Wounded and scarred
Though she may be.
Always there to nurture
To heal, to love.
Allow not your intent to destroy her
To become your driving force,
Lest she rise up
To take control of those
Who would profit
From her misery.
As with all mothers
She deserves your respect
And needs a little kiss now and then,
Or she might get cranky!
Kiss the earth.
Love, Papa.
Please share Papa with
those you love.
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