Drip, drip, drip
the sound of waste
our natural resources
depleting
have we squandered
our thoughts of endlessness
we have taken
this little blue globe
for granted
not giving
ensuring
imploring
her
due process
only our own
she is finally speaking up
her voice
no longer
subdued
by the weight of humanity
the littleness of us
have placed our fingerprints
on this forgiving
pulsating
sphere
within our presence
have we all
finally sobered up
over our big actions
envisioning
an allegiance
to our shared
blue orb?
