What we regard we might revere,
the sense of it will not be clear
without a setting in a phrase
to show if it's to deem or gaze,
or natural esteem sincere.
Is Earth our Mother or a mere
resource for mortal profiteer?
For as it's seen, we'll thus appraise
what we regard.
The stars look down with stare austere
upon our customs cavalier,
while moon with each celestial phase
is witness to our worldly ways.
Yet life could thrive if cherished dear
what we regard.
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