Mother Earth Poem by Andreas Vanezis

I see her staring at me through the window,
wondering if she knows i'm gazing back.

I can see her pain but can she feel mine?

Winter is when we first met,
Why is it that I can't recollect.

Autumn I can recall,
this is when she laid it all.

Spring for her a much better time,
countenance colors dressed in Silver Lime.

Summer, what more could I say,
these where our greatest days.

I wish your still here when I'm gone,
to tell our stories in a thousand songs.

Even if you don't care.

I do.