I have only shielded, beneath my feet,
A little earth from the heat.
But you have spread your arms for sustenance,
Of an entire planet, that constantly forgets your existence.
I’m only home for a few,
Stray insects, and perhaps a cuckoo.
But you, never forget to put up sunsets under your roof,
For the billions that thrive below you, aloof.
You protect them from meteors and celestial heat,
While I merely succumb to a zephyr, on my feet.
And yet, you have always been there,
In the summer, when I burned here,
You cried for me in your fears,
And I grew green in your tears.
And when I was about to fall, in Fall,
You taught me how to make colours, every one and all.
And I have only reached out with a thousand hands,
Only tried to hold on to your white strands,
Only searched, in the fog, for a way,
For you were always too far away.
But as you continue to inspire them,
Those who live in your realm,
With all of your stars,
I will grow you a bouquet of red flowers.