A request from Earth.

Help I am unable to breath
And I dearth of energy and power
To sustain everyone’s weight
And even my weight.
When people increase
I decease my tilting
There will not be another
Beautiful and resourceful planet
But only me, your mother earth
You are my daughters and sons.
If you cry I will also,
But I can’t cry as I may cause a flood.
If I breathe a sigh of relief,
I may cause a storm or a cyclone.
If I move an inch forward,
Or just sleep for a while,
I may cause an earthquake or a tsunami.
If I am angry and torrid,
I may cause a volcanic eruption.
I am sad to say scale down the population
But I haven’t got any other option...