EARTH

The place on which humanity stands,
We can hold it, in our hands.

We clutch at strands of grass that’s green,
And wonder at concrete we’ve seen.

Styrofoam and plastic too,
Their purpose - to corrupt our view.

And surely you don’t have a care,
About the quality of air?

Convenience defines our days,
But it will add to our sky’s haze.

So many can collect for war,
But what about a cause that’s more?

Forgo “to-go” and save our land,
It’s time to lend a helping hand.

Ride a bike, reject your car,
You know that place is not so far.

Relieve our planet of it’s pain,
Reduce, reuse, recycle – again!