Turn down the thermostat; the world's sweating, it's running a temperature.

We've force fed it too many stimulants; bent it out of shape; pumped it full of additives; leached the nutrients, and what have we ended up with ? A planet with the shakes, our common home has the blue meanies. If this was a bodybuilder under discussion, we'd all be whispering steroids: they've got 'roid rage...'

It's a home that breaks out in convulsions, that throws fits, and one that gets nauseous too uncomfortably often. Think about it, what else are the floods, never-ending rain, ceaseless drought, arid winds, bizarre seasons, if not symptoms of a convulsing, sick planet.

Let's restore the balance, ease back into equilibrium, sooth not stress. Unless I'm mistaken this is the only world we have around at the moment. No spare waiting quietly in the wings.