The Gift

A father gave his children a very precious gift And when they received it, his spirit it did lift, He gave it to them out of love for their own benefit And he told them to please always take care of it. The children took turns holding the gift with great love and care And with each other that gift they did share, They cleaned it and shined it to make it look brand new To take care of it they did whatever they needed to do. The father was so very happy and very joyful Never not once was he regretful or remorseful, Then years later the children gave that gift to theirs But, for that gift their children had no worries or cares. They never cleaned it or washed it as their father did Many times that gift was just ignored or even hid, Once the gift was truly and deeply loved and cared Now it's out once again to be repaired. The children kept the gift filthy and full of grime To beautify it they refused to even spend one dime, Now they ignored the gift and they have taken it for granted No more to them is it enchanted. Now they gave it back to the father to fix the gift again And he did with a saddened grin, Now every time that they break it or ignore it once more They are knocking and pleading at their fathers door. God looks at the earth with all of its pollution We all know that climate change is real and we have the solution, Once the earth was treated as the greatest gift man ever had Which made the father very happy and grateful and glad. Now our mishandled world is polluted and has climate change From Mother Nature we are now estrange, Now we ask our father God will our earth will he please mend No! He might say, because it's a gift and not for him to tend. Randy L. McClave