Poem: My name is Earth part 5

Everyone of you

I carry so dearly

I celebrate your birth

You are born on me

How lucky I am

All creatures big and small

With voices

With no voices

I take them for a spin

Around the sun

I show them my air

I show them my oceans

I amaze their eyes

Like children

You make your own rooms

Some doors are closed

Some doors are open

Yet I am their mother

Standing from Adam

My duty is peaceful

I have no bank balances

My purse 

My children have them

But they made it out of me

Carving my beauty

You want me posh looking

I also want all my children posh looking