by G. R. Grove
Mother Earth
who gave birth
to the Sky
hear our cry!
In your strife
you gave life
Titans great,
but their fate
brought them down.
’Neath your ground
they lie hid,
yet they did
birth the Gods.
From your sod
all good comes;
now we some
here return –
not to burn,
but in depths,
deep dug clefts.
Thus we give,
for we live
here above
by your love
who gave birth,
Mother Earth!
