Humanity

Humanity at heart lyes in the soil, better known as mother earth.
She keeps us alive and well as long as we abide by the laws of nature.
Like a tree humans greaty relie on the soil.
As the tree grows bigger it starts to grow fruit, like humans having the abiliy to think; the tree becomes slfish.

Imagine mankind a tree jumping out of the soil, slowly weathering away; all because the tree thought it didn't need the ground. Mother earth will not bat an eyelash' when mankind seals it's fait and rots away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741