Why are we here, placed upon this, our earthen soil, we all hold so dear,
Was the reason to advance, then to leave this world, our brilliant sphere?
Could, perchance, we were each meant to manage, of this property, care,
Acting as stewards, preserving all life, this gift of breath, with all to share?
Every living thing, from bluest oceans to greening landscapes, supreme,
Each has the right to exist, of their lives, to persist, chase each sunbeam.
Experiencing the air so pure, of this, the need to endure, retain its wealth,
Never, should anyone have this world undone, by crookedness, or stealth.
When mankind lets all down, each welcoming smile is changed to a frown,
The species loose, everyone, as the course of life is run, extinction bound.
A precious link, creatures upon this earth, all a wonder, of greatest worth,
Smallest ones to creep, to the greatest, all to keep, expect a life from birth.
The creator of us all, the architect, deity, our progenitor, no benevolence is finer,
Fashioned in images of our originator, a maker of the worlds, grandest designer.
As we in turn, seem never to learn, our charges to watch over, every life to earn,
While the sun shines its light by day, the moon at night, the galaxies all to churn.