A small blue dot, suspended by thread,

Once alive, now seemingly dead.

A planet blue and green that seemed

Like it once—just once—had teemed

With life:

Bounding, flying, swimming,

Joyously living, just beginning,

But ever and ever this life

Was founded on strife:

Balanced, precarious, the edge of a knife,

It would only take one little push—

O little blue Earth,

So precious and old,

Where once in...