“There is no Planet B” – Emmanuel Macron
Consider our dear earthly mother
Who serves our daily bread and drink,
And freely gives from her slender crust
The very stuff of farms and cities.
Every sprout that bursts by her grace
To form tiny clovers or giant sequoias,
Every saint or cutthroat and all in between
Owe all they have to her bountiful womb.
Given what our earthly mom is to us,
What should we be to her?
Should we shower her with obedient honor
Or gnaw off the hands that feed us?
All that we know and feel
Or hope will ever be
Lives and rains and snows on Planet A
There is no Planet B!
Robert Charles Howard
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 10:14 AM UTC
“There is no Planet B” – Emmanuel Macron
Consider our dear earthly mother
Who serves our daily bread and drink,
And freely gives from her slender crust
The very stuff of farms and cities.
Every sprout that bursts by her grace
To form tiny clovers or giant sequoias,
Every saint or cutthroat and all in between
Owe all they have to her bountiful womb.
Given what our earthly mom is to us,
What should we be to her?
Should we shower her with obedient honor
Or gnaw off the hands that feed us?
All that we know and feel
Or hope will ever be
Lives and rains and snows on Planet A
There is no Planet B!
Robert Charles Howard
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