WOODEN SPATULA

Do you know who am I?

I am not just a wooden piece  

For kitchen device,as you see,.

I owe my legacy back to billion years,

 Prior to human ancestry,

I 'm born from the womb of the earth, fathered by the sun,

Wind is my fiancé, with whom I enjoy  great romance!

Rain is my consort who drenches  the soil  in season 

And roots circulate the food in leaves 

 who like  loyal vassals Cook for me! 

I inhale and exhale ,for the survival 

Of the living specie along with me; dusting off pollution.

I  can't move  as  I owe my legacy rooted on earth 

I 'm born speechless, as I'm  with ever -tight-lipped mask;

As Nature prevents us to adulterate "Words' 

But I hear and responds the message of love 

In the  whistling of wind ,through leaves and branches 

When they  prance  in joy. 

Scientists calculate my age from the texture

of  art my  body bears,   designed  by Nature.

My heart is full of love for all:great and small,

Sensitive to even subtle ethereal vibrations.  

Nature birthed me  to fulfill human needs ,

But human exploited  us out of his immense greed.

Now sensing  his  blunder  he sings for "Go Green."

My breaded donut on head contain the ancestral stories,

While Mother Earth spreads the  soft bed for "Go Green"

To welcome  in her  soft lap  the future generation! 

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