Our Mother Earth ---------------- by James Parker Haley 45 years since we left our home and travelled the dark and empty night A million ships, a billion strong searching for a home to end our flight Worlds and Worlds have come and gone Not one was ever right. Oceans of tar and toxic gas the horror of their sight Where is the blues and emerald greens white puffs to roam the sky The morning songs of chickadees before the sun was high With ozone gone and acid rain the cancer from the sky we cut the trees that helped us breath, Murder is our crime Without remorse, Our thoughtless course meant death would come in time, Now gone for good, The World of Birth, the sweet, the innocent, Our Mother Earth. Copyright 19__ by James Parker Haley Used by permission.