por Maritza Oropeza Kritz

I walk amongst the trees 
Brisk breeze flowing through my hair 
I look up at my ancestors 
Protectors of the land 
Whispers of cries 
What have we done to the land?

I follow their cries to the mountains
Gazing at our beloved earth
I see her yearning of thirst 
Empty forest and black clouds 
On the brink of collapse 
Lands bare and seas empty 
Senseless wars against nature 
Man’s envy has overcome his humanity 
Days are numbered 
As we drift closer to extinction 
What have we done to the land? 

Nourish our earth for she will always forgive
Our shelter of wonders
Do not destroy her innocence 
Our strength in numbers can heal
The earth is our teacher
The earth is our mother
The earth is our home
Without our home, we are nothing

Poem by: Maritza Oropeza Kritz