Each month you hover over – listen to –
Six billion joys or sorrows where you go.
while burrowing beneath your moonlit scenes of snow
or basking under balmy warmth provided for their sakes.
Borrowing his light, slowly twirl,
Lighting and surveying every view.
or human mind devised a song
to sing in praise of golden light outpoured.
its goodnesses attacked as man stood,
triumphal over every hill and fruitful swatch.
by progressive things you see us humans do;
some assured you see an earth, abused, diseased.
as “in the dark” as we – despite the show
of knowing brightness that each day and night we see.
But you might find a way to set my heart at ease;
just tell me; what’s the plan to cure our earth’s disease.