Earth
This bit of Earth that we live upon
A bit of the above sun-borne
Whence lightning thunders explode and warn
The fall of rains to flow in floods to scorn
Then in silence green and amber to flourish upon..
This bit of Earth that we live upon
Of all religions and rituals homes've where grown
Upon whose hope peace is in sown
On which flora is to thick blossom prone
Whereto the faunae rush to dwell upon
This bit of Earth that we live upon
Moulded of water and mud alone
Then baked in wind by fire alone
Filled with vales and craters of nature alone
Armageddon on Nether-land where we're still upon
poem by Indira Renganathan
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