Mother Earth & Father Time Poem by Coen Carter

We can’t all be heroes some of us dying
An unbearable silence while the world sits crying
I’ve swam in her oceans and felt a saltwater mist
And lay on her shores to witness a tryst
Her vagarious nature and untamed heart
Is a slow dance in which I am a part?
Father time her friend and a sage
Knows all to well how we’ve made her age
He offers advice in which we inhume
And think nothing of as he leaves the room
Can you imagine if we weren’t so inane
Mother Earth’s laughter could be heard once again
But time already knows man as narcissistic
And dreams like these are unrealistic
I wish I knew what it is she needs
To heal the wound from in which she bleeds
And Father Time her sage and lover
Has watched her dying like no other
He’s her voice; her stage and muse
But cannot fill her bleeding shoes
So it’s up to me to encourage the fight
Build an army in darkness and conquer in light
To heal a wound in which we sleep
But a wound we help cut so deep
And when her bleeding starts to slow
Her rivers and lakes will overflow
Not in anger not in spite
Just to help conquer in light
And when she’s back in perfect health
Our humanity will know true wealth
Time will stop and the sun will shine
And from the heavens it’ll rain down wine
And then existence our very being
Will be watched by the all knowing and seeing
And father time our resident sage
Will once again turn his page
Then no ones to know what’s in store
But we’ll fight on till she hurts no more.