Mother’s Letter
Oh, how I’ve labored
To give you a home
One that you favored
Not one to be owned
Dappled daisies in fields of green
Watered oceans blue
Anything just to be seen
I could try a different hue
I see how you look up at the moon
While I’m only the dirt beneath your feet
My sights don’t make you swoon
Instead, they are covered in concrete
All this sunlight
Yet you still don’t see
I’m withered with blight
Listen to my plea
Once such lovely scenery
Grew trees to keep you shaded
Cut them down with machinery
Now I’m here left jaded
For all my efforts persist
In hopes that life can exist