Earth. What was it like before we were here?

Alive strong blue and clear.

Much as it is now with little much changed.

Open and green and forever the same.

But what do we make of this wonderful place?

People of earth begin falling awake.

What the TV won’t tell is how sun dances down,

How leaves softly crackle and streams softly sound.

Leave the God that you have made your TV,

Breathe in the air, don’t just look; see.

Death in slow motion is an immanent truth,

Death growing faster in our zombified youth.

Give into moments, think with your head,

lose all those who think with propaganda instead.

Live open and free of the mind and the life

and leave the drama and clutter of glorified strife.

New thoughts awaken, forever endeavor,

do what you can to live on forever.

And then once your gone, all those who were same,

might open their heads too, and remember your name.

Be the first of you.