Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Wednesday's Women No. 30
I am a tale as old as time. Some call me Mother Nature and others call me the great Earth Mother or Mother Earth. It really doesn’t matter what you call me, what matters is how you treat me.
Some say I come from the clouds while others say I come from the Earth itself. What does it matter? What difference does it make?
I am the Mother of life and at my breast you all feed. I nourish the plants which in turn nourish all living things whether in the seas, in the air, or on the earth.
I have never forgotten you, why have you forgotten me? I weep for you, why do you not weep for me?
*artwork by David M. Bowers