Eight plus two rotating specks
Revolve around their counter-specks,
And possible is all we see and hear,
All the blue and green and the air we breathe.
The food we eat, the crap we ****,
It all goes around,
Everywhere around our pale blue dot.
A carbon-based meaty crumbs,
We make a men-made blanket all over the surface of our pale blue dot..
But, it's getting hot..
Let's not turn our greasy green carbon-based life into ash and dust.
For we are hope and a wonder made in light,
Let's cure our planet called Dirt.
And then let's go out to space and make others like Earth.
Let's move forward,
And be seen out in the stars' open sight.
Let us be galactic species, all good and right,
Glorified in eternal height.