If the lakes are the eyes of the earth
And the oceans its churning belly
And the land masses and mountains
It sturdy shoulders and limbs
Where will we find its seething heart
If not at its fiery core its veins
Of lava from the sun at its center
Its roaming plants and animals the first
Manifestations of its soul unfolding itself
Which leaves us humans
To become its breathing thoughts
We dreamers of this earth
Still young enough to keep it
And too old to throw it away
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