Looking down at you, Planet-Earth,
I remember you, as a Beautiful-Blue.
Now, your oceans are Black-With-Oil,
Look closely, you know its true.

Your Rain-Forests are all gone now
And your ground is a sickly brown.
What-In-The-World, have They done to you
Pretty-Planet in the round.

Your White-Clouds once held Fresh-Water
Now they are filled with Acid-Rain.
Your plains are Barren-With-Erosion
They were once Overflowing-With-Grain.

When did your Clouds turn such Deathly-Gray,
Your air is Impossible-to-Breathe.
Didn't your, STEWARDS-EVEN-NOTICE,
Before they started to Gasp-And-Wheeze?

Could the Powers-That-Be, not save you
From such a dismal end?
You were SO-RIGHT, in killing them off.
Now you can begin again.

Will your next Caretakers be smarter
And take better care of you?
I pray they learn to be Protectors.
We miss your Beautiful-Blue