The ocean is our cells of blood,

The rocks and mountains,

Our muscles,

The dirt and land is our tissue covering,

Our cave and rock bones,

The rainforests are our lungs,

Swaying in and out,

Then there are our germs,

Poisoning and polluting our blood,

Building muscle cities,

Fighting wars on our tissue,

Snapping and crushing our bones,

Chopping down our lungs,

We are infected,

Coughing up carbon,

We are dying,

Unless the germs stop...

Then we will finally heal,

Finally, we will stop coughing,

The horrible fumes.