Why is all I ask I am part of the air you breath 

Im part of the ground you stand on

Im part of the water in you body 

Im a giver, all I do is give to you 

you call me mother 

Yet you treat me worst then you treat your real mother 

you spit on me and call my dirt worthless 

you throw your trash anywhere you like and never pick it up 

you choke me with your black smoke 

you drain me drie and cut me down 

what if I treated you like you treat me

what if I took away your air clouded your sun 

dried up your seas and took away your air

would you still call me mother then