poem for mother earth

mother terra from which we grow
in the circles of twilight.
winking tis the stars that know,
the love we hold for this night,

as seedling grows to flowered bud,
to those uncaring lights we pray,
blooden water makes our earth mud.
and fire makes us clay


the wind gives us heat and chill,
without only poets giving reason,
she has born us to love and kill,
depending on the season.

when in sultry time or battle seeth,
we are caught in her gentle net,
but as a kiss in her we breate,
her blood and tears our sweat.

please tell me mother,
I mean this with out scorn,
you sustain me like no other,
every minute I'm reborn.

so the silent stars remember,
mute to our smallish cries,
we love them as moth to ember,
as earthen hearts soar to the skies