Host to Life

Host to Life

Always a-tilt
She turns,
round and around,
never pausing
never stopping.

Glowing like a jewel,
colours ever-changing
through patches
of finely woven lace
and velvety shrouds of grey,
hugging Her closely,
surrounded by darkness.

The cradle of evolution
and host to life for many aeons,
She has not escaped violence:
as rocks from beyond the darkness
gouge craters in her surface,
and inner forces of moving matter
vie with each other,
rumbling and shaking,
tearing Her outer skin apart.

Rising population of man
deplete Her natural resources
- regardless,
creating substances, alien
to Her harmony of nature.

Unable to cope
with increasing demands,
She cries for help, and warns
with phenomena
untamed by man:
respect Me!
Before it is
- too late.