Abigail Wharton, Staff Writer

She sings glorious songs

She dances with the wind

She bathes in the rivers and streams

The vast oceans are her pools

She cries tears of joy

The raindrops hit the ground 

They roll from her cheeks

When she angers she shakes 

Hers is a frightening thunder

What are we doing to her

Her stunning sun sets over the plains

She paints the skies in shades of love

Her rolling hills carry our past

Her barren deserts will be our future

If we don’t save her now

Fires will rage and oceans will flood

Bombs explode as our Earth implodes

A continent disappears as she burns alive

As for the rest of us, we will die

Our glorious Earth will fade to dust

Just like the rest of us

We must act now