The further we reach into space
the closer we come to being one race

From the view extraterrestrial,
we are all on the same vehicle celestial

A common dot do we share,
in a universe out there

For we are looking into gloom,
surrounded by a great dark vacuum

A green and blue bulb is the case,
in only one spot in space

All the other orbs are barren,
no place for life to fare in

So 'tis precious our earth must be,
if we are to avoid calamity

The surrounding rocks doth bear silent witness,
to how we care for our blissfulness

If our antagonisms do breed war,
then our wondrous orb will be no more

And where there was life sustained,
only the silence of a drifting rock will remain.

-- Pat Doyle, University of Houston at Clear Lake