Treasure Island

Sian Mein


Earth Day 2013


I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each sycamore tree,
Each bit of mud,
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle,
The Skin and bone.

But it won't always be this way
If we don't change how we act
But we can help prevent it
To try and reduce the impact
By cutting CO2 emissions
By not cutting down trees
For I am the Earth
And the the Earth is me.

Of course there are other ways
But these are only some
But by reducing the impacts
Then life won't be so glum
For there will be less gases
Less rubbish heaps and debris
For I am the Earth
And the the Earth is me.

That’s why we
Celebrate this day.
That’s why across
The world we say:
As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me. 


By Sian Mein

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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