Our Hurting Planet
How many look out a window
And dream, dream away
Without really knowing
Whats happening miles away.
Or even round the corner
Or even round the bend
Our HURTING PLANET
Its natures blend.
We have her spitting fire
Is she angry with us all
She blesses us with Everest
So mighty and tall.
We see her rupture violently
Her belly sometimes seen
She created nature
Our organic living Queen.
She goes through abrasive motions
Grinding her sea beds
Resulting in Tsunami's
That sadly leave many dead.
As our learning has prospered
And technology has grown
Its not for her to tell us
We have to warn our own.
The power in her weather, her characteristic charms
Again its up to us, technology rings the alarms
Tornado's in Tornado alley
Shows she's no Aunt Sally.
She has a friend that shines
That sunny Orange in the sky
But when it rains she's depressed
Doe's it not make you wonder why?
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