BLUE PEARL

 Blue Pearl

From far away,

in space I’m told,

our home appears,

out of place.

A small blue pearl, 

a place of peace. 

Perhaps, to some, but

not to all, as 

our home,

a refuge in the void, 

has through our efforts, become -

toxic, 

a place, 

so filled with pain and sorrow,

that some would leave tomorrow, 

and seek another place to work our charm, and 

probably do more harm.

We humans,

a spent race, 

never content to do with less,

have turned a possible paradise, 

into something far, far less, where 

innocents,

caught between greed and envy,

suffer untold stress. 

Some,

but only a few,

hold out hope,

that wars will be put on hold, and 

that by some miracle ,

there’ll be consensus, and 

people will come to their senses.

A dream perhaps, but 

if that were to come true, 

then me and you, 

could work together to try to undo 

all the pain and sorrow, and

grant our home,

this small blue pearl, 

a place of peace.