This old ship of earth is worn from wear;
Oil is bleeding into the ocean,
Volcanoes are hacking ash.
Sometimes I think humanity is only
the earth's most successful infestation;
We've minced the forests and piled
them into homes,
We've torn through the atmosphere
and lept all the way to the moon,
We've blasted the limits of sound,
All our successes drawn from
one another's veins.
Still, we reach further into the dark.
Don't take this world away.
Teach us to love it again.
Send the sun flourishing
through our windows.
Breath the wind through
our doors.
Resuscitate us.
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