It is said, that long ago,
Mother Earth was full of glory.
The shades of green and clean water,
Would soon become just a memory.
Mother Earth, Gaia, she was called,
She had animals and birds,
That understood her words,
But then, a human came,
And soon, he'd do something, and he'd be the blame.
Gaia welcomed him with open arms,
They soon became friends, due to the human's many charms.
Mother Earth, never knew what was written,
And how her future would be bitten.
The human only needed a therapist,
Gaia, wanted a best friend,
Someone who she'd defend,
Someone who she'd laugh with,
Someone she'd love, not just a character from a myth.
Soon, another human came,
Started calling Mother Earth lame,
Gaia thought the human ''friend'' would help her,
Instead he preferred,
To say nothing.
No a single thing,
But he kept his therapist.
Poor Gaia, was confused,
She thought that the human was her friend,
Someone who'd stay with her until the end.
But the human brushed it off,
Saying she was just overwhelmed.
Many years,
Doubled the tears,
Gaia was tired, of her human friend,
So she banned him from her land.
Her rivers were black,
They'd never go back,
To the clean and rare air,
That Mother Earth wanted back in despair.
Not many animals survived,
The plants died,
Everyone cried,
They hated the human's wild side.
Gaia, became ashes and storms,
She took many dangerous forms,
Like a garden filled with thorns,
With sharp horns.
She'd never be who she was before,
Not anymore,
Old Gaia was killed by the human,
New Gaia would never find someone new,
She knew.
But, who knows?
Even broken hearts can be healed again, can't they?
That's the legend, they say,
That it can happen again, and it may.
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PoesíaWords I can't say out loud, so I'll just bleed on paper. These poems are therapy for my heart. Everything I'd like to say to that person's face, but I can't.