Photograph by Hiba Aydeed
Along her orbit in a haze,
Vis-à-vis the blinding Sun
Erasing her ability to gaze.
Making way for our survival,
Oblivious to our greed
T'is humanity's mother,
Hovering mid-air for our need.
Even as we dye her hair, chop her
Roots, and trash her seas
Every dawn, dusk and midnight
All day she begs on her knees
Reminding us of a world yet to sprout.
T'is humanity's only mother,
Hear her out.
*hinting at where to look for a hidden message
For any one who didn't spot it, read the first letter of each stance vertically!
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