Is that we mistake the voice
Of creation
As that of the creator
We focus upon the created
But it is only by the hand
Of the one
How beautiful is the earth
It provides along with the sun
Both have the power
To let us live, or let us die
And millions arrive via birth
Upon the day
We lose many per hour
We are part of nature
However we might abuse it
We breathe the oxygen released
And give back carbon freely
Do we see ourselves as conquerors
Or as part of the system
Are we aliens to our mother
Our planet gave us birth
So do we help it feed
Or are we the curse
Who will kill her
And before long
All of us as well?
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