So, if we screw things up here on the Earth,
the Universe will go about its ways
conceiving a new planetary birth
in hopes of reaching still a higher phase.
With all of space/time for its laboratory,
the Cosmos carries out experiments,
a few no doubt redounding to its glory,
but still its rate of failure is immense.
The odds, then, that this Earth will live and flourish
depend on us—how well we realize
what efforts we must make to plant and nourish
the sustenance we need for growing wise.
A global wisdom culture is our aim:
for lack of which, our folly ends this game.