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THE SOUL OF EARTH

Mother Earth
Pours Her Heart Out

To Feed The Land
Give it Birth

For All We See
Has Come To Grow

Flowers, Trees,
Grass, and Seeds

With All The Things
That Touch The Earth


To Grow Within
Her Womb
With All The Life
That Feeds
Upon Her Bosom

To Take From Her
Not Be Giving

For To Chop a Tree
Is To Tear Her Roots

If We Do Not
Replace it with a Tree

To Drill a Hole
Into The Earth

Is To Shoot an Arrow
Right Through
Her Heart

Spilling The Blood
Within Her

To Strip The Land
Is To Wound Her Soul

When We are Taking
Not Replacing

For if We Go On
Doing These Things

Tearing Her Roots,
Stripping Her Soul

Shooting Arrows
Into Her

She'll Erupt and Bellow
Her Mightiest Force

Gushing Forth Her Blood
Like a Mighty Volcano

To Spill Her Fury
Upon The Earth.

A Poeatreeman

The Tree of Life
Comes Only Once
Keep its Branches
Strong and Green
Then You Will Have
The Air To Breathe.

Dedicated To All The Beauty of Nature

A POET'T NOTE

MOTHER EARTH

I once was Here
When Life was Green
I once held Man
Until
He Turned Me Blue
Now we Both
Are Fading Away
NO Wish
Will bring Me back
This Way.


Edgar Allan Prieto
November 27,1978
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

ENVIRONMENT

If The $Dollar Becomes Mightier

Than The Trees

Will We Still Be Able To Breathe?

There Will Be Two Things Falling

Man And The Trees

I Hope It Will Be Just The Leaves

I Choked On $Dollars

For There Was Nothing To Breathe

Let Me Not Make $Dollars

From The Trees

Rather Clean Air I Can Breathe

Cut The $Dollars Not The Trees

Then The Economy

Will Have Room To Breathe

Then The Growth

Can Grow With The Trees

The Economy May Fall

So Will The Leaves.

A Poeatreeman

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/8/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

THE FALLING LEAVES

The Autumn Breeze

Come Dance with me

Tumble through the Air

With the Falling Leaves

Come Spinning

Through the Trees

I Fell on Air

Floating Like a Feather

Twirling Everywhere

Come Dance with me

Spiraling Through the Air

Floating with The Leaves

On the Autumn Breeze

Descending to my Needs

I Fell to Earth and Rest

With the Autumn Breeze

I Felt my Final Breath.

A Poeatreeman

Man !
Will I have
Life or Death?
If I am to go
You are Too.

Dedicated To The Beauty Of Nature

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/17/77
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto


POET'S NOTE

TEARS WILL NOT BRING BACK THE TREES
THOUGH THE TEARS HAVE FALLEN
SO HAVE THE TREES, YET NOT THE LEAVES
THEY ONCE STOOD TALL SHELTERING MAN
UNTIL DOLLARS CUT THEM ALL.
WHERE IS MAN, WHEN ALL HAVE FALLEN.
NO TREES TO MAKE HIS COFFIN.
NO LEAVES WILL FALL TODAY.
SILENCE WILL WALK THE WAY

POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
7/24/2011
COPYRIGHT@2011

THE LAST LEAF TO FALL
MAN WILL BE AS THE TREES
HE ONCE STOOD TALL.

NOW HE'S ON HIS KNEES
PRAYING TO SEE JUST ONE TREE





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