I didn't worship the ground you walked on
I was the earth Sprouting forth flowers. Which, with delicate fingers you tore from my soil.
I gifted you trees
All encompassing forests.
I have never seen clear cutting quite as thorough as yours.
I bore you fruit, bright and sweet
But you told me they tasted bitter and left them to rot
You polluted me
Not understanding I am not sustainable when you left nothing to grow.