I breathe to the Earth

Listening to the silence,
the piercing wind,
while the sun
from above embraces you,
during the walk,
rapid breathing,
the frown,
seeing the results
of a meaningless humanity.

Taking care of this paradise,
as a personal treasure,
because she is like my mother,
It's the one that gives me air,
the one that lets me breathe,
the one that gives me shade,
which gives me a varied diversity
of food,
of colorful landscapes
of all kinds of animals.

Mother Earth,
I write this poem to you,
for you to protest,
through my letter,
so that you may invoke every poet
to join me
in the struggle to have
a world where everyone
we can be human
and not mechanized animals.

I feel my fist
and I print the protest,
with red ink from the heart,
simply to know
if humans come to their senses.

Take care of what we have,
protect the Earth,
that costs,
extend the lives of our children,
that costs us,
clean and not pollute the rivers,
leave the jungles alone,
give the Earth a break.

Money
Daniel Lopez C.