Creation Poem by Aletha Rappaport

I am the Earth Mother
In the womb of my mountains
Were nurtured the seeds of my offspring
And violent volcanoes brought them
Forth with hot lava.
My pinnacles were admired by mankind.
My forests sheltered and protected.
My plains provided for all posterity.
Although I speak in parables,
My progeny will understand and love me
And will search for and cherish my lover,
Father Time, the father of us all.
He has placed a time limit...
When he calls, all must go; for
This is the time to return to me,
To the earth from which all spring.
For I -- I am the Earth Mother.