First Mother

Call this land yours but it was hers first.
Still to this day it remains that way.
You like me are simply occupying it currently.
When we are gone it will remain.
For she is the first mother.

Blemish this landscape but she will endure.
Welcome all whether they be rich or poor.
No judgements rendered for she sees us as equals.
No matter the race or belief of us peoples.
For she is the first mother.

Nature, winding and flourishing.
Don’t endanger or she will be coming.
Our petty squabbles will not blight her growth.
Stunt it perhaps but she will survive.

Mother nature will forever be alive!

Former of flowers, animals and more.
Strength you cannot hope to endure.
Treat her well or suffer her wrath.

For she is the first mother.