The Gentle Sphere

Philip Glass Echorus, Spheres 

The Gentle Sphere

This gentle sphere we call the earth
Has been dying since its birth
Volcanic islands dot the ocean
The continents in constant motion
Making mountains, carving valleys
The planet freezes then it rallies
Reptiles rule and then decline
Eventually we have mankind
Who uses resources as he pleases
As the life of earth he squeezes
No sign of any contemplations
Of his future generations
I guess he doesn’t know how dear
And fragile is this gentle sphere

(M Dailey)

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