Can earth be Earth when all it’s trees are gone, And sudsy waters have become unfit, And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit? Will trees no longer wave, with limbs unfurled, On hapless earth, that ever in orbit roams? Will human ego sacrifice the world To satiate its lust for pompous homes? Will distant space look down on orb that’s bald. I now can hear the mother say, “I was once called Earth. But now , bereft of mirth, I weep. That treeless orb’s no longer Earth”