Please don’t break the world…it’s the only one we’ve got.
Only ended for man…Earth spins; us here or not.
Settling, building, mining…they think they got Her beat.
Cut Her crust to the quick & paint Her Earth concrete.
All they took to build an ethereal safe sense.
All of it goes back to her, when we’re all past tense.
Man takes & takes & takes…rare he thinks to enrich.
Wonders how he lost control of his Worldly Bitch.
Bleak’s the forecast for those who aren’t interferers.
Sad that man is willful blind to fault & mirrors.