man hath placed his ruinous hand
on the planet's finest attributes
no service to the natural world
hath he imparted

he's cut the trees down
he digs holes in the ground
he pollutes the atmosphere
he spills oil on the pristine coral reefs
and his list of misdeeds
goes on and on...

man shall pay for the ruin
he hath bought upon the planet
his unfeeling hand
touches ever corner
of the planet
a day of reckoning
isn't far away
all the beauteous assets
of the planet
shall be blown away

man has yet to realize
that he needs to preserve
the planet
for future generations
that are yet to come...

there is no other planet
for humanity to live on
and where will man go
when his hand has ruined
the Earth's magnificent show

a message
a clarion call
a mega phone

man's hand
touches the planet
without a properly
conceived thought