Our Dear Mother Earth

The sun is setting

Colors of red, orange, pink

As if God painted this sky

When darkness arrives

With our other senses we rely

From the smells, the sounds of our mother

we hear the erie kets, the locust

we can smell the sweet night air

Spinning to the East

A thousand miles an hour

Keeping us balanced and centered

Giving us the power

To tread on mother earth

She provides life

She gives us all we need

My plea, for what it’s worth

Please help us save our dear earth

John ‘JD’ Dunfee, Brown County