She is the Earth
Her hair flows like a river
It is obsidian night
Eyes made of copper
With a grin just as bright
She is the tallest mountain here
She’s breathtaking and fierce
Her face, soft as snow
There’s nothing to fear
Her skin glows like magma
It shines brighter in the sun
Her being is so beautiful
What more could she become?
A sight for sore eyes
I can’t ask for more
For she is the Earth
But is there more?
As the Earth turns slowly
Her facade changes too
She is still the Earth
But
Her hair is now smog
Its tangled like seaweed
Her eyes are made of mud
And her teeth are a crowded forest
She’s weak and frail like grains of hot sand
All clumped up together to form an abomination
It’s beautiful, yet could break so easily
She has dead leaves for skin
People like to step on her
And hear the crunch beneath their feet
Her body aches
As this poem continues
The words run deep in her core
Stares sink deep in her flesh
What do you think?
Do you think she’s still beautiful?