EARTH

From far out in space
I think of earth.
It's such a tiny ball.
It can't be seen with the naked eye
Or with telescopes at all.
It revolves round the sun
At speeds that defy definition;
And stuck to that ball by tremendous force
Are people like us. Tradition
Has it that long ago
We were planted here, oh God,
  To fulfill our tasks
With brotherly love
And to nurture that earthly sod.
So what happened?
We had to see the "mis"takes we made
In order to take a new "take"
On  our relationship with our earth
And to  realize what is at stake.
For the earth will go on without our help.
It is we who depend on her.
So let's honor our earth and put her first
And give her our utmost care.


Ute Kaboolian
1983