Thin Skin of Life

This world we inhabit, a giver of life That on the surface is so rife, Akin to a tree’s cross-section, A thin cambium bound by natural selection. The atmosphere the outer bark that protects Life below in all respects; Each animal breath dependent on the discard Of photosynthesis thrown out without regard. Water the other oddity of this planet Parted by continents made mostly of granite. Life and water deeply connected Akin to sapwood keeping roots and leaves interconnected. The moving rocky interior the strong heartwood Of a Sequoia many ages withstood, Supporting life on the outside That is so diversified. We are like the larvae of beetles Girdling the trunk of the planet with too many peoples, Leaving life no room Sealing our and the Earth's doom.