The
Blue
Blue
pearl swimming in space,
mother of
all our children;
Sustainer
of life in present and future
theater of
all that’s been.
The
ground beneath our feet,
with
whom all roots take grip;
The
source of all the elements,
and
destination of all trips.
The
oceans are so vast and deep,
yet are
but puddles on her surface;
all
life that swims, crawls or walks,
are
moments in her vastness.
One
would think that all would hold,
the
earth as the most sacred;
Yet
most are willing to pollute,
and
rape the mother planet.
Earth
we are, and we shall become,
and
even though we are a cancer;
The
earth will survive our scourge,
because we
are not the answer.
And
we will return no matter what,
all
that is will come to past;
Except
this mighty Earth of ours,
which
most certainly will last.