"She is"

 "She is"

The earth is blind.

I must say that the earth chose to be blind.

Because how can anyone not see how she toils away at her task?

Morning, afternoon, and even at night.

Was it nature or men that tossed it on her?

Because she seems so peaceful in her storm.

With the rising sun, she sets out

Like the mother hen to search for daily bread.

Many said she has a lazy head

Who depends on the crumbs from her troubles.

While he folds his hands in his chest

And makes jest of her with his friends.

Morning, afternoon and night

She toils away at her task.

Hoping and praying that fortune would smile back at her.

And ease the weight on her shoulders which weighs heavily on her.

She manages to smile through her pains,

For daily she has to wear this mask.

The hope of a mother is in her labour

Like a patient farmer 

She sows her seeds at all season

She guards it to ensure that none is missing.

For everything giving to her by God

Both Woes and worth

Nothing should be missing

Even when they might not miss her when she is gone.