Dhaka, Bangladesh
What has the Earth done to deserve what humans are doing to it? and what are we leaving our future generations? We have strayed so far from her voice....
I am your Mother, do you not hear my heart beat,
Can you not feel the love I send;
Was not the air you breathed, my scent so sweet,
Is my pain hard for you to comprehend.
Upon my body snow lays soft and white,
Beneath my skin the future sleeps;
My blood flows to nurture and delight,
Into the ground i...