Mother Earth
The sun slowly sinks below her golden borders
as darkness falls over all life form.
Tears of compassion spring up as she watches over her children: the
Squirrels and birds and the tiniest insects; her helpful angleworms
and worthless plants all lay sleeping on her tummy.
She reaches up to the sky, closes the golden gate, and
turns off the light.
Then, In infinite love and care, she
places her finger on her lips, and
orders silence everywhere.
She lay awake pondering
on the morrow.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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