Orb of hope

Can Earth be earth when all its trees are gone,

And sudsy waves have become unfit,

And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn

With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?

Will trees no longer wave, with limbs unfurled, 

On hopeless earth, that ever in orbit roams?

Will human ego sacrifice the world

To satiate its lust for pompous homes?

Will distant space look down on orb that's bald.

I now can hear the mother say,

"I was once called Earth

But now, bereft of mirth, I weep.

That treeless orbs no longer Earth ".