When the man on the moon saw the first Earthrise in those alien skies,
Did he behold Paradise?
Or did he see the plague of poverty take hold without mercy,
the great rainforests felled,
devastation from grievous wars setting brother against brother?
Did he see weather getting out of control.
The pollution from burning gas, coal?
Did he see this living marble hanging precariously in barren space,
with wonder written on his face?
A precious gem in those alien skies,
when he beheld the first Earthrise.