D’une voix limpide et claire comme l’eau d’un ruisseau, Michaël Jackson résume toute la beauté de notre Planète Terre dans ce magnifique poème…

Planet Hearth,

My home, my place…

…A capricious anomaly, in the sea of space,

Planet Earth, are you just

Floating by, a cloud of dust,

A minor globe, about to bust,

A piece of metal, bound to rust,

A speck of matter, in a mindless void,

A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid,

Cold as a rock, without a hue,

Held together with a bit of glue,

Something tells me this isn’t true,

You are my sweetheart soft and blue,

Do you care? have you a part?

In the deepest emotions of my own heart,

Tender with breezes, caressing and whole,

Alive with music, haunting my soul.

In my veins I’ve felt the mystery,

Of corridors of time, books of history,

Life songs, of ages, throbbing in my blood,

Have danced to the rhythm of the tide and flood.

Your misty clouds, your electric storm,

Were turbulent tempests, in my own form,

I’ve licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet,

Of every encounter, of passion, of heat,

Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste,

Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste,

In your beauty, I’ve known the how,

Of timeless bliss, this moment of now..

Planet Earth are you just

Floating by, a cloud of dust,

A minor globe, about to bust,

A piece of metal bound to rust,

A speck of matter in a mindless void,

A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid…

Cold as a rock, without a hue,

Held together with a bit of glue,

Something tells me this isn’t true,

You are my sweetheart, gentle and blue…

Do you care ? have you a part ?

In the deepest emotions of my own heart,

Tender with breezes, caressing and whole,

Alive with music, haunting my soul.

Planet Earth, gentle and blue,

With all my heart…

…I love you…