This poem is written for global warming. I know what I have depicted- Earth as a desert wasteland with no atmosphere- is a bit extreme. But the extremes are always possible, and of course, always avoidable. We have waited much too long to realize our wrong doings to our Mother Earth, and now that we have, we are still putting off fixing our wrongs. When it comes to Earth, treat her with respect. She gave us a home, and without her, we would never be.