Hear Me Out!

By Anusha Surathkal

Fragile they call me,

Sinking planet they declare,

They foresee the end of me,

They mourn for me

Little do they know,

I house life for a reason,

I nurture existence in all seasons;

I can still let nature grow in me,

I can still let the air rock and roll in me,

I can still let the water decide its journey,

I can still let the fire call me its attorney;

Animals, Plants, Birds, and Dragon

Humans, Reptiles, get on the wagon,

Let's ride the rollercoaster

Once again this coming season;

Grow more greens, eat more beans,

Let the birds sing, let the paws cling;

Welcome to this beehive,

Your Earth is all set to high-five!

By Anusha Surathkal