Without my Touch
Without my touch,
this world turns on its own.
I could simply lay down
and not even make and sound
and yet this world would turn on its own.
Can't people see that change is alive?
It happens even when you don't even try.
I could try to plant more trees in dead terrains
but who says a wild fire wouldn't burn them?
I could medically aid those in other countries
but who says a new plague can't kill them?
Change is happening right now
My very existence is causing change.
So how would I alter this world, you ask?
by simply letting the Earth carry out this task.
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