DO NOT HURT THE EARTH

Look upon the dew and grass
the dragonfly as it wrestles from
its birth....and grows into a warrior.
Each spot…each stripe...an honor given him
to rule the field.

And the butterfly...how she weeps
hanging there drying her wings.
To show the gentleness that our Lord brings...
a mistress of the field.

And near the Water do they flock
to drink of all that is living.
A congregation that we should mock...
there they are ALL in their beauty.

And the moth as it flies deep in the night
seeking only the darkness and the damp.
Till yonder does it see the light
and knows it can't pass this chance.

And there will fly in a blind man's faith
though to its death it fall.
Singing with its fluttering wings
of the glory of its God.

And we as humans try to make
a place to ourselves within.
Still we practice all this hate...
and a warrior of the field
shall rule before we yield...?

All of Love's glory is to be found
in field and meadows far.
In mountains....in streams
Love's creation rings
better kings by far.

And we as humans seek to destroy
the beauty of this land.
Out of jealousy of the moth's pure faith
and the dragonflies warrior brands.
And we in our pride war and fight
over who is mightier by far...
and I say let go your pride
before we've gone too far.

Don't hurt the earth, don't hurt the earth
nourish her in Love.
Take the butterfly to your breast in field
and congregate, give her birth...
and in our hearts DO yield.
Let the mountains stand on high
let every tree alone.
Let every creature upon this earth
keep her as their home.
Before the warrior dragonfly
rules before we yield.
Give up your pride, set hate aside...
and let us all be healed.

By DeAnna West © 2000