I am not the earth

The Earth is where you and I wrote the first letter of our names by a branch
The Earth is where you and I climbed its high tree and laughed the sun
The Earth is there, behind that window, that whole the world can be framed
The Earth is where my hands looking for the last happiness bud in the garden
The Earth is where the sea, pure soul of the world sings and rages
The Earth is where a skirt full of flowers spread on the ground, call the spring
The Spring is where the earth celebrate her flourish
And the sky is a mirror in which the earth watches her luminous thoughts
The Earth is there
The Heaven is there
And I wish the earth be there for ever
I wish no hand wants a day the earth cover her face with shame and say, no I am not the earth