It Is Life Itself

  • By Louissa Lorraine Christine Lakisan
  • Poetry
  • By Louissa Lorraine Christine Lakisan
  • Poetry

It Is Life Itself

You are the source of life,
The running water that exists centuries before,
The rain that pours on the earth refills you.

You are the place some creatures call home,
The one who gave shelter,
The one who gave protection.

Humanity then exists,
And you have been a loyal friend,
Who helps them through their times of need.

As humanity develops,
You are the main source of their desires,
And you have proven valuable,
Worthy, much more than treasures.

But,
As the earth grew older,
Less lively than ever,

Silver skyscrapers reached the sky,
Gigantic iron birds and metal animals fill the air and land,
Leaving waste that doesn’t fertilise his soil,
Yet spoils his sky, with unhygienic air.

The rain that once poured by clouds now pours a contaminated you,
Leaving creatures to suffer,
Unable to bear the world’s misery anymore.

The sun that was once the earth’s friend,
Now hurting the earth,
Leaving humanity to suffer,
As you began to become scarce.

Yet humanity,
Selfish and arrogant as they all ever be,
Won’t stop tormenting the earth,
To get what they believe is theirs to have.

Have they forgotten how you have been helpful to humanity?
Have they forgotten how they manage to survive with you by their side?
Have they forgotten who you are?

Oh,
Water,
I hate to see you agonize.

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