DO MY CHILDREN UNDERSTAND?

                    DO MY CHILDREN UNDERSTAND?
                    Born from the womb of fire and ash
                            placed perfect, sublime -
                       brightened by the sun's rays
                   majestically reflected by a moon
            on a lonely lake somewhere in the night
                    over eons of time in full bloom,
                  I became the gem of the universe -
                   crowned with beauty and grace
           from within my crust to the outer reaches
          of the horizon and the sky so high with life,
               not one of my children could number.
        
                  It was theirs to enjoy, to care for,
              a beautiful garden, their special gift,
                 but swift as their numbers grew
                     my children ceased to see
             what I, their home, was meant to be.
          Seasons of rebellion, the seed of greed
   and the corruption scarred and pillaged my land
       buried in mountains of garbage and plastic,
choked with billowing spirals of smoke and carbon,
              my lungs, inflamed, made me burn,
            weak and weary begging for a change
              which uncontrolled caused me pain.
      
        Stressed and strained, I became saddened
   like a child whose lollipop dropped in the sand,
      I tried; I cried in vain, but the pain got worse.
      Only by the grace of I AM that curse did stop
 by another, an invisible deadly plague shedding fear,
                   engulfed the breath of nations
        once at enmity with each other to turn to each
as a brother for assistance to conquer the unknown.
    Was it a command? Do my children understand?
                 Briefly relieved, they know I restore,
                     but I implore they heed my call
               that for me to remain their care giver,
                         changes must be made -
     create, innovate, listen, learn, reason, discern.
               Hopefully, a new season will return.