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Mother Earth our Home, one vessel, one people,

no borders to be seen.

Each light on her face, a town, a city,

so fragile and serene.

Masked by clouds, pollution, drought,

makings of our own design.

What fools we are, stripping, killing,

destroying of our own kind.

Mother Earth, blue planet, Moon,

whirling through vast space.

In her skies each light, a planet, a star,

a galaxy does race.

Across our universe, looking out, looking in,

infinity is what we see.

Our only duty, good reason, good judgement,

be healing, joy, and peace.

A poem by David Smitherman, with Black Marble image by NASA.

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David Smitherman

Retired architect and space architect from NASA. Married with a growing family. Currently into travel, historical architecture, photography and genealogy.