Upon
Life’s path few signs display
why
countless souls have gone astray.
Yet
signs are there for all to know,
should
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend, let facts flow free.}
The
moon should guide you through the night…
polluted
skies diffuse its light.
We
all could share its pilot glow
if
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend,...waste less, and see.}
Stately
mountains that guard your plain…
hidden
by the air’s brown stain…
could
be a gift from her trousseau
if
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend, smell Man’s debris.}
Extinction
fears Man could abate
if
to Earth’s plan he could relate.
The
cup of Life would overflow
if
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend, and hear Earth’s plea.}
The
rains of Life fall from the sky,
yet
streams and lakes contain Man’s dye.
Life’s
liquid still could freely flow,
if
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend, and taste Earth’s tea.}
Essence
of Man lives in the soil…
ravaged
by him for gold and oil.
Food
for all could amply grow
if
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend, touch Earth’s bounty.}
You
now know why Man went astray,
But
each dawn brings another day
And
future ills Man can forego…
if
Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause,
my friend...to Earth pledge, “Oui”}.
