Forsaken, almost lost, dear Earth,

Yours are our prayers, our sorry, and the horror, and all pleading,

To you, together on bended knee, do we implore,

as every human is deserving of blame.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth, with all your fractures,

especially the poor precious ground,

that is the foundation through which you keep us upright.

And yet it is blood-soaked and muddied in barren war;

and bears the failures of men, disgraced guardians.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth, for the doleful ocean and the seas,

in despair, we have divided and conquered and abandoned.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth, for the pitiful sky,

and the pollution, toxic and suffocating,

and every kind of disaster,

through which we blow up our bellies and egos.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth, for the infinite thirst

that keeps us more desperate and famished and mad and chaotic.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth, for the slow burn,

through which we devour everything,

the shining and the sharp and the sweet and the saturated.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth,

for the paradise that is your house,

which we have torn down and taken apart,

and we now try to save and patch and heal and revive.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth,

for you to forgive us for our excesses,

and our shortcomings and forgetfulness.

Excuse us for not taking care

of you, dear Earth, our beloved Mother.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth, for life itself,

through which we enjoy the fruits of freedom,

live out our plans and goals and dreams.

Our lives shall reflect the harmony of our home,

the wisdom behind your every design and part.

What can we sing to you, dear Earth,

to be a welcome guest in grace and gratitude.

Jay Gallera Malaga