I would drink the sea and would spill the sky,
I would make the rivers and oceans cry,
I would make the rain dance across the land,
I would blow the wind, I would throw the sand.

And if I could take it into my hands,
I would be as gentle as feathers are,
And would hug the Earth all across the strands,
If I knew I'm sure to avoid a scar.

I would hug the sands of the scorching dunes,
I would hug the snow over permafrost,
My embrace would stretch over smog and fumes,
Over forests grown, over cities lost.

And my fingers would - and my fingers would -
They would race so deftly across the ground,
And like blemishes on a ripened fruit
All the country borders I would feel out.

I would drink the sea and would spill the sky,
I would make the rivers and oceans cry,
I would make the rain dance across the land,
I would blow the wind, I would throw the sand, 

And I'd tear the borders right from the soil,
Like I'd dig a weed, like I'd burst a boil,
And I'd cast them off into open space,
And I'd say, then:
"Greetings, the Human Race."

- yours truly, written just now

P. S. if you are reading this, K. D. B., hello. It is really me. Thanks for the help with the sofa.