The Painting We Call Earth By: Renatux

The world is a place, made of wonderful pictures.

Of animals, and humans, and interesting creatures.

This is like a painting, with colors everywhere.

Wherever you look, you can just stand and stare.

But we humans are just one small speck of a piece of blue sky.

We are unperfect, we smile, we laugh, we cry.

We think we are the only ones who should be treated well,

While the others suffer, and live with what the could call hell,

But here we are, doing nothing to help.

So all the others do is scream, and yelp.

There is the moon giving the dim light to the world.

There is the solar system, that every day it twirled.

There is the sun, shining off the light.

From the beginning of the day, 'till the beginning of the night.

But we are small creatures, not really to be seen,

We don't lie in the top, in the middle, but in the between.

The world is a place, that can't really be explained.

We have done so much harm to it, but it still remained.

And now you look at what we have done,

To the earth, to the stars, and to the sun.

But we together, can fix it all up.

For this is not easy, but it's a mixup.

So we now have to stand, and resolve all of these problems,

And then the Earth sees us, and then it welcomes.

We do nothing, just sit and watch,

And now I tell everyone to go ahead, for we will turn the world around a notch.