We are all given the gift to survive,
Yet we make Earth a burdened drive.
Not just in need, but by our hands,
We wound the world, ignore its demands.

This Earth is not only soil and stone,
It breathes with lives we’ve never known.
From oceans deep to the endless skies,
Every heartbeat beneath it lies.

But humans turn from nature’s way,
Breaking the balance day by day.
The land we need, we scar, destroy,
Forgetting once gave us joy.

We reach for power, beyond the stars,
Building empires, machines, and wars.
Yet in our pride, we plant the seeds,
Of hate that grows through thoughts and deeds.

Racism burns where love should bloom,
Shadows of sorrow, endless gloom.
We build, we dream, we rise, we fall,
Forgetting this Earth belongs to all.

Still hope remains, a gentle flame,
If we choose peace, not pride or shame.
To heal the Earth, to live as one,
And guard this home till time is done.

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