I sat and gazed across the surging sea,
   And watched the waves break slowly to and fro,
And thought, when we have ceased to be
   This ocean will remain. But is it so?
It may not be - time's steady, tireless hand
   Will work unceasingly to empty it at last;
These watery depths will one day be dry land,
   Just as they were in some far distant past.
When that day comes will any life remain
   To look upon the peaks eons have wrought,?
Or will a hotter sun shine on a plain
   Devoid of life? A most unpleasant thought.
Our planet's fate is one that we may choose.
   The game is our to win - or ours to lose!