The mountains, valleys, the peaks and depths and streams,
The rivers, lakes, the oceans, seas, the forests
And jungles give dreamers scenes to draft new dreams
And scientific thinkers theories for tests.
All people; Shakespeare, Dickens, Lincoln, Churchill,
Mozart, Bach, Picasso filling Earth; one dot
Of blue sailing through space. Our dreams, our fears fill
One sphere; if we vanish all would only rot.
It is a home, our home, so small, with one race
Flowing through life, being caught up in the tide
That carries them over the world's shifting face
Oblivious to the celestial ride.