It's All That We Have

In an infinite place, there is among countless billions, a relatively small orbital ball of matter that continues to spin about its mother orb, a ball of fire, fearsome but benevolent to its flung off pieces remaining as its "children". The one blue, if that's what colour it is, planet, once it cooled, made itself home to life. The life became as we know it in many different ways that please us to believe. The life is varied in millions and billions of ways but all the life on this small piece of the sun, depends on this only unique place to survive. All of the creatures, wise and wonderful, breathe and creep and walk and swim and slither and fly and eat and drink and shelter on this small round, rotating, revolving bit of matter that is the only thing we truly know. There is nothing else for us, but here on what we call earth. There is only one earth and one creature of higher intelligence that allows itself the maintenance of the planet's  continuation. That creature has taken on the responsibility in its marvelous powers, to think and plan and feel in ways that other living creatures on earth it thinks, apparently, do not. It sees itself as superior. It is human and comes in all shapes and colours and thoughts. It calls itself beautiful. And it is, because of its abilities, developed over time, to survive in using what the "blue" planet offers. It gathers others to garner from the very elements of the place from which it rose, to nurture itself. It learned many things of earth, over time, eons of it, and named the lands among the waters and put imaginary lines here and there to separate into groupings. It found ways to use this earthly home of matter and devised structures and mechanics and the use of the invisible-to-it elements of the planet to make its life seem easier and wiser and better. None of the elements used could, under the thin blanket of air, be destroyed but they could be and were, changed and some became dangerous to other like creatures. But this wondrous, smart creature also learned how to mend its mistakes. It continues on and on, in its great intelligence to do so. And while the one two legged, intelligent creature of the earth, no matter its degree of intelligence, its shape or shade of colour, its thoughts, it often makes decisions that harm itself. And others. But no matter what the creature does, or how it goes about on this small planet in the vast universe that it will never know the end of, it does know that the earth is all it has, or ever shall.