Do you like when the tiny creatures on your body,
Give you trouble and make you sick badly?
The creatures make assaults, How am I to overlook all their faults?
I want them to know, The problems I face and realize to make a vow;
I don’t want to groom, Just give my trees their own room;
Snatching my ozone blanket while I am asleep, Will make you drown in my tears when after anger I weep;
If my transparent blood will become poison, That will be your dehydrating reason;
Who would like pimples so discrete, That too made of concrete?!
When your skin is dry, you apply skin care emulsion, But how do I manage this extreme aridity and soil erosion?
You think my seismic interferons could cause an apocalypse, But it’s you, who wants to attack my body and make it a corpse;
I let you live with me so you called me mother, Now you grow up to technology and not even bother!
Yours Truly, Earth