Writers 
Round like a fantasy in the endless blue,
Our Planet turns softly, fresh with dew.
Below the stars that pass by.
Oceans rush and mountains grow,
Where green fields grow, rivers dance.
From broad, brilliant golden deserts,
To forests sleeping during the night.
The ground we share is undivided.
The air cannot be crossed by any wall.
A priceless sphere, the globe is round.
cherishing every life we hold dear.
From the heat of Africa to the snow of the Arctic,
People develop everywhere on the earth.
There are many different languages and civilizations,
But one little planet holds us close.
The sea is stared at by the moon,
Free and untamed, the clouds gently pass by.
Every ray of the sun gives life,
and illuminate the globe with light every day.
Let's protect this sphere-shaped house,
Its waters should be kept pristine, and its woods should be kept lush.
Keep the attractiveness in between safe.
Although Earth is huge, from distance,
At first glance, it appears that there is only one tiny world involved.
A revolving globe in outer space,
A house of grace, love, and awe.
You pass from darkness to light.
May your message be heard by everyone.
