What paradox we see
When browsing through our galaxy,
And finding there our tiny planet,
Blue and green and snow-capped granite,
Crystal streams or seas polluted,
Forests vast or trees uprooted,
Silver cities; desperate need,
Sacrifice or selfish greed
And while we build, create, destroy,
Love or sorrow, kill, enjoy,
Have we lost a prized rebirth
For this home, our man-smudged Earth?
Was there a Point of No Return?
Is there a future we can earn?
– John R.H. Blum
The Live Poets’