Behold The Planet

Behold the rocket; look at it soar,

blazing on high with a deafening roar.

Millions of dollars – don’t ask me what for–

recklessly shot into space.

Behold the 'dozer; look at the ways

verdure and nature are treated these days.

Millions of acres of trees we do raze;

carelessly wiped from Earth’s face.

Behold the soldier; armed to the teeth,

with missiles above and land mines beneath.

Millions are dead. Oh, please take the sheath

and put your sword back in its place.

Behold the planet; we must be astute,

and realize it is the tree — we're the fruit.

And if it's not treated as such, our pursuit

to conquer will be our disgrace.