Earth’s Fragile Balance
Earth’s Fragile Balance
The ozone layer
Protects us all
The Earth
With green grass
Wet in the early morning dew
Crops
That grow tall and plentiful
With a bumper harvest
Our home
The wide, blue oceans rise and fall,
Connecting lines that feed us all,
But rising heat and shifting tides,
Leave nowhere for the land to hide.
Our responsibility
Our place
The gift given to us
To be treated with care
Now treated with discontents
And now
No protection
No green grass
No bumper harvest
Hunger
Poverty
And death
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