© Michael Ruger
Listen to the Poem
Comes a tiny breeze that shakes a leaf
It glides to the ground to the Mother
Where it is caressed then changed to become the Earth again.
Comes a tiny breeze that carries the sound of a newborn babe. The babe thrives with the Mother for 70 years.
Then one day goes to sleep caressed by the Mother.Where the body again becomes part of the Earth
Oh, we humans will pray to some god in the sky,but our Mother is our Creator
That tiny breeze or a hurricane that makes everything fly. Is of this Earth.
Yes, the moon and the sun gives us night and day.
Yet without Mother Earth we are just dust in space
Never to stay in one place.