i try, but i can't fix everything 

i keep having to remind myself i am not the mother.
the baby chickens decide to run away from home
and one ends up getting hit, well i can't do much,
i am not his mother. i can go home and cry while
i perform a burial ritual, but i am not the mother.
i didn't let this happen. the trees that surround me,
they grow ill. the leaves don't ever grow, the
branches seem weak, they break with the smallest
amount of movement. i can get sad at this sight
but i need to remember i am not that tree's mother.
i can't help it from dying or becoming more sick.
i just go home and do a tree dance, hoping the
sickness away. i see dried up rivers in the woods,
but again i am not their mother. i didn't tell them
to stop drinking the water from mother earth. i
didn't make them stop. they stopped themselves
the rivers weren't thirsty anymore for that rain.
i just walk home thinking, i am not the river's
mother, i can't make the river drink the rain
water if it does not want to. i just sit still as a
bee on a sunny dawn morning and blink.
i can't help, i am not the mother of these
broken souls, whom decide to starve.