Reduce, Reuse, Recycle & Repurpose

Third Rock from the Sun When were you born & What have your spawned. Fish in the water, birds in the sky, Insects that crawl and some that fly; And mammals and reptiles, Plants tiny and colorful, Trees that stand high. Third rock from the sun, What are these creatures that stand upright; With an appetite for destruction, For everything in sight. Forests, Mountains and Rivers, They all seem to disappear; In the name of progress, Much of nature is in distress. Third rock from the sun, When will the wingless biped learn; To live in harmony with nature, To secure his own pitiful future.

Earth is a planet, but one of its kind, Oceans and seas, in shades green and blue; Vast swathes of land & mountains in varied hues. All teeming with life, that God himself designed. Part of this grand design - we the human race, occupy this space - blinded by apathy & no insight; Our ancestors, posed no harm, lived & flourished, acknowledging the planet's mercy and grace. Humans today in our quest to satisfy our greed, Indulge in vanity & inordinate gains - spawn waste; Disregard all in the context of life is considered chaste, In the grand scheme of things, obliterating what we need. Carrying out our actions with inherent impunity,  Little do we realize what our actions result in; Beckoning upon our own despair,  misery &  agony, When earth, for human life, will stop spinning.