Heal The World Poem by Warrith Olawale

Planet Earth, wounded son of blissful birth
I miss your thrilling dance, your sunny days
Where are they, the beautiful flowers of mirth?
Only faded forests, I see, only the sick cattle that graze.

Planet Earth, song of a fallen knight
A blasted rock, an overblown flower, a blurred sight
I miss the caress of those tender kisses
How are those lips now? Shattered into irreparable pieces?

Planet Earth, wounded son of blissful birth
In this dusk, beneath the ascending moon
Where has it gone, the music of mirth?
Only the crying voices, I hear, only the shrieking tune.