Earth

Alas this world is breaking,
Beautiful as it may be,
We poison and we conquer,
And drain away our sea,
We leave non organic footprints,
In the sand once pure and clean,
And we only leave pain and sadness,
Wherever we have been,
We cut down our air for breathing,
And then fill it with disease,
Then worry why every year,
Illness fills the breeze,
When will this horror end,
When will we let the world just be,
When will we all just be thankful,
For our land and sea.