I AM YOUR MOTHER - Native American Poetry

I am your Mother, do you not hear my heart beat,

Can you not feel the love I send;

Was not the air you breathed, my scent so sweet,

Is my pain hard for you to comprehend.

 

Upon my body snow lays soft and white,

Beneath my skin the future sleeps;

My blood flows to nurture and delight,

Into the ground it deeply seeps.

 

Mountains tall, clouds wreath my crests,

Rolling hills once wooded thick;

Gentle prairies too were once lush with grass, 

Where did my bounty go so quick.

 

Sandy beaches and rock girded shore,

Where ocean waters sweep and crash;

A land of beauty, once so pure,

Marred by man's actions heedless and rash.

 

All this beauty was yours to behold,

Your duty was to love, cherish and protect;

Feel my anguish, the pain in my soul,

All I asked was your respect.

 

I am your Mother.

Wazi Nagi, 'Pine Tree Soul'