The Resilient Earth ( a poem of inspiration)
It's creation such a masterpiece, mother earth, all clad in her blue and brown,
Wearig sun light in her hair, from the fathering sun, brightest stars, her crown.
Placed just so, by the fingers of god, a third planet, spinning in her orbit, there,
Brother moon about her face, she does graciously embrace, his golds so rare..
Ten thousand centuries she was left alone, growing from infancy to mature,
Her most natural evolving, its sanctity in place, as future lives to well insure.
Precious waters of the oceans deep, then so full, no rains to weep, so pure,
Flora and fauna, on land and in the sea, in her to delight, all to feel secure.
The great whales and huge fish of the blue oceans, to feel so free, unafraid,
The mammals, elephants, and giants, roamed the land, as if were on parade.
The smallest creatures, birds and reptiles, breathed the air, so pure and clean.
Beautiful flowers and green trees, to give and receive, in alls harmonic scene.
All of humanity, their creation benevolently secured, did share this fine earth,
An agreement, its design, so born within each, and acceptance of great worth.
Centuries passed and men soon broke their word, robbed and scoured the lands,
The wild creatures were lost, their lives taken by scores, done by human hands.
The plant life, the creatures, the food of the earthen soils, endangered then,
The breath of life, itself, finest of air, soon despoiled, this to alls own chagrin.
Is there hope for life, to preserve for tomorrow, or shall it pass, in our sorrow,
Only time's passing to tell, ours know it well, without care, no life may borrow.
If human life is not to pass away, is ever to regain its foothold, to stay, preserved,
A uniting of the world, hands gripped in friendship and to share, for all conserved,
Not tasks for a few, but the many, about this planet, for good futures, so deserved,
Not too late, as time does pass, this chance our last, all's respect to be observed.