The world should have been called Water, not Earth;
Three-quarters liquid, scientists relate;
The magic stuff was what allowed our birth
On this tiny rock, this prime real estate.
The continents were just an after-thought,
Where air-breathers could try to win the race,
The prize was won when mankind fought,
and got the first seat at the food-chain place.
The ocean hasn't changed; still full of water,
But now it's full of junk as well, the trash
Tossed by mother, father, son and daughter,
Sure proof we value nothing more than cash.
It took three billion years to get this far;
One day, will Planet Water look like Mars?