Forgive me, Mother

A Poem by Daydreamer

Everything I do, I do for you

Entrusted with the power and responsibility
To serve and protect her
But I ignorantly continue
To grow and go
Against her wishes
Though I stand in awe of
Her infinite creations
I ruthlessly attempt to destroy
Them daily
And while she nurtures me
I spit on her and neglectfully
Throw trash on her surfaces
Being over billions of years old
You'd think she'd become used to it
But her rain tells me otherwise
Even though her tears keep me alive
I can still feel her die inside
Every time her children abuses
And takes advantage of her good nature
But I couldn't tell since she grants me
Heavenly skies
A masterpiece perfect in itself
I try to mimic her through art
But can never have anything
On her in real life
For she is the epitome

of beauty in its greatest essence
And yet I rape and pillage over her
As if she meant absolutely nothing
Even fooled myself into thinking
I own her when I owe her everything
While my life is pitifully temporary
She will forever remain
There are no words to satisfy
My desire to be
One hundred percent
Humbly submissive to her
Because I know

I'll forget about her tomorrow
My deepest regret

is that I was brought up
To be spoiled rotten
And I truly hope she will find it
In her heart to forgive me..

© 2014 Daydreamer

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We can always apologize for being hurtful but we can never take that pain away... Mother Nature is an inspiration for every artist in any form-art,poetry, drama...
but truly no masterpiece created can truly depict her magnificence and sheer beauty.
I like how the conclusion is so connected with the reality, 'cause in the end all our thoughts about feeling guilty are momentary and will go away as soon as we get distracted.