Atmosphere of pure air
Purges the planet
Soiled by our greed
Abundance scattered
Abundance littered

Oceans of clear water
Bathes the earth
Quenches our thirst
Tides submerge the land
White seahorses charge the shore

Sentinels of the forest
Stand guard with a bough
Capture the CO2
Sinking the greenhouse fuel
That would inflate the cost
Forged in fires furnace
Metals and Minerals
Mined to manufacture
Marketed to Mass produce
Wood worked as we yell timber

A single use world
Can still find the balance
If we recognise our connection
And drink the epiphany
To our elemental souls