Our Beauty Has A Beast

Do other planets in our solar system,
Have a world: nature, as beautiful as ours?
Do they have skies as blue as our oceans,
And oceans as deep and endless as one’s thoughts?

Earth is but a goddess,
The planet all other planets are jealous of,
She’s the gorgeous one,
The rich one.

Rich of love, 
And rich of hatred,
For not only is there everything needed to survive,
But everything one may ever want.

And yet, it turns out that our Cinderella has an evil stepmother,
And our Snow White has one, too. 
Turns out that Rapunzel never leaves her tower,
Because her prince charming doesn’t come.

I am a free bird, 
Roaming any place I want to be,
And my question is,
Why can’t you just let Earth be?