Our planet!

We are drifting through star dust,
orbiting the suns array,
turning with the moon,
and going where the galaxy takes us
making space as we move about
leaving our mark on the universe
we live on a blue and green planet with bits of wight fluff

we leave in our wake death and decay
as we cause it every passing day
and every movement the planet makes

our blue and green planet is losing it's luster and glow it's halo turning gray
as air turns to breathable trash
making us sick
and our deaths to happen early

we have the need to fix what we cause
but yet that it's all we do to fix it
our need is too great and deep

it's too grate to fix
and too deep to need anything ales
and it will kill us
in the end