Earth, Our Home

• Rachita Vasandani
• Poetry
• 2010

The night skies glow with stars
The soil red from countless wars

The moon hangs high above
The Earth deprived of our love

Once tranquil waters now perturbed
The calmed waves once more disturbed

Our precious home, slowly dying
As time passes, quickly flying

We must preserve it while we can
Even though a single man

The Earth, our home, the living land
Every one of us must lend a hand