To my dear inhabitants

I understand that you humans may have a system of ?old-age homes"

 to tend to the needs of the old and the uncared for.

 However, let me warn you, my old age is far from containment.

 The plight of losing my precious resources has led me

 to the path of destruction whose dead-end does not seem so far away.

It's a pity that I am referred to as "Mother"

 and yet reduced to the ranks of a lifeless, polluted, 

and an unsafe place of habitat.

 It is I, who at the end suffers 

because of the miserable returns 

for my unconditional love and nourishment.

 My water, that has served as the elixir of life, 

quenching your thirst and providing livelihood to billions,

 stands at a place of devoid of your concern.

Seeking your help. Begging for response.

My waters, which once served as the divine

is now taken for granted. Quite easily.

My years of youth were of peace, lush greenery 

and one bestowed upon with the blessing of a responsible mankind.

 But 30 billion years into providing motherly care,

 have I realised that my greatest blessing 

may have proved to be a curse after all.

Dear humans, here's an earnest request.

Will you help me live a much longer life so that I may be able to protect you all? 

Will you help me swap that curse?

 

From love and concern,

Mother Earth