It is cruel and embarrassing
to have an asteroid strike my beauty;
my ecosystems are invaded and disrupted
with the havoc and the gash.
When my volcanoes erupt,
my people chastise my
self-inflicted violence.
They narrow their eyes at my fickle nature;
they question my bountifulness.
In fear, some look to the moon
and the craters and despair,
but I am earth;
I am shrouded in miracle:
patient, folding old skin within
to be rekindled into new,
canvasing barren landscapes with
humble grass, and flowers, soon.