The earth, my mother, provides for me
She is bountiful and generous
Sometimes I want to stamp my feet
Regress to the thoughts of a toddler
Who wants chocolate before dinner
Crying, throwing a fit, and yelling
I try to facilitate my desires
Manifest a selfish enviroment
Where what I want is given
My mother knows what I need
Though I can manipulate the world
Though I can gratify the senses
Peace does not lay with the ego
My mother provides what I need
My lonely is only my lonely
My sadness is only my sadness
My anxiety is only my anxiety
My peace is everything's peace
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