at one time
could have held
the whole world in her hands.
The wide oceans and the high mountains,
the hills, the valleys and the lakes;
the mighty forests
and sweetly painted flowers;
she encompassed all of her bounty.
The beasts both wild and gentle roamed
across all the fertile earth, free and fruitful.
It was paradise.
But then Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve were unleashed.
They grew wise and strong; their numbers swelled. They spread.
And as their knowledge grew, so did their ambition.
Their need to abuse, oppress and exploit.
She slapped them down like the wicked children they were.
She sent earthquakes and tidal waves; war, famine and disease.
But still they persisted.
She tries to cling on, keeping it together for the good of the world.
But the children of the world press harder, mine deeper, defile and destroy.
And when she can no longer hold on to us?
From a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry