the planet you know
will not be here for your grandchildren save what we can
it is passed time to stop killing beautiful place
when i give you my word
you may keep it
close to your heart
use it
so briefly incarcerated but joyous
i am this place
celebrating pain
it is right to bear it
in every vein and cell
beautiful planet
we stood arms bent and locked.
you beat us apart with weapons.
now our arms are free and joyous
you beat your own chains
into fragile iron to burn and smolder