To the Earth

Ah, thou pristine globe, fresh from thy Creator's hand; embryo within the waters of thy firmament land. Pure and warm, the very essence of exquisite beauty. "It is good," proclaimed He then, though not His last words to thee. Would thy newborn innocence remain - alas, 'tis lost, e'en worse - thou cursed! And thou, what hast thou done, but sheltered, fed, and nursed the wicked ones! Yet - thou art promised new! Washed with cataclysmic dearth; thy baptism is un- qualed...