What Will We Do Once She's Gone?

She created us,

She provided for us,

She trusted us,

We betrayed that trust,

And soon she will run out,

We need to give rather than take,

Nurture rather than destroy,

Try and keep her from dying,

Because without her,

We are going to die.

The plants won't bloom, the animals don't move, the oceans are poisoned, we are doomed,

So now we must decide,

To try and save her,

Or to take what little she has left,

Will those who come after us be able to experience her beauty,

Or will they be dismayed at her demise?

Will the plant bloom or welt?

Will the animals roar or whimper?

Will the oceans glimmer or evaporate?

What will come of her if we don't do something?