Third rock from the sun, round and sleek
but a rare haven for life, so unique
Blue as only it can be, an earthy hue
Spotted with lands and clouds a few
Flitting around a white orb in a milky lane
Bearing creatures of all size and shape

What is so lacking in our pristine globe
that we treat her like she were another's home
we fight over her lands, rage over her mountains
we cut deep furrows in her heart, to bring out the fountains
we cut away her tresses, those green shady dresses
we pump poison in her guts, plastic and such
why are we so cruel, is all she gives not enough?
would we rather be orphans, homeless and unloved?

and as if all this weren't dandy, we are blind to her pain
killing her children by the millions, we are driving her insane
and those who do care, they warn us, Beware!
She can take away just as easily what she gave
a snap of her fingers and all our worldly gear
would be rotting at the bottom of her murky lair
We fight our petty battles over whose savior is great
But we better wake up to the storm before its late
Make amends, apply salve where she bleeds
Let us restore what we so greedily took
and hope our children won't have to read
About the beauty of the earth, in a book