Dash Black


Be Grateful, Mother Earth Made You


I'd be grateful now if i was you
For it would sound so unkind and untrue
To disdain and profane the land that made you

I wouldn't say now if i was you without reason
'There is a better place far beyond the horizon'
Why? I'm content with mother earth and her changing seasons

If there was a God who ruled with love
He wouldn't have left and lurk above
I say to you, He would be the Earth we have

I in my rightful senses, i'm no fool
I'm just a soul to Nature so true that speaks now to you
Saying if i was you, living on this earth
From the second of my birth to the moment of my death
Given by whatever gods the chance to trod this earth so beautiful
I would stop whining and forever be grateful

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

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