Inhabitants of Beautiful Blue Third Planet from the Sun blew it!
They fouled their nest to the point of no return causing the slow and painful demise of species after species, as they died out until the last man standing on the spot labeled "North Pole" took his last breath.
From the colonized moon, we looked down at the spectacle in disgust and disbelief.
Able to save some of the species - at least two hundred humans, several plants and a couple of remaining critters before rocketing off for lunar landing number one hundred and eight in 2052, we felt relief at being "saved," deep grief at the loss of unparalleled magnitude, and disbelief at human's stupidity and hubris.
No other animal fouls its own nest. No other animal puts on blinders so as not to see danger rising around it. No other animal willfully destroys its own home just to gather unto itself more of a cache - in this case "cash." You can't take it with you!
Coal, oil, the blood of the Mother, when burned sullies her delicate breath - turning the sun into a magnified heater.
One side of the moon used to be ever dark, but we found a way to set it spinning so night and day can happen here, in short cycles, but at least they happen. At one-quarter the diameter of Earth, now a dead marble spinning below us, Luna has six hours of daylight and the same amount of dark, before the sun rises again. It has been quite an adjustment under the dome where oxygen is manufactured by plants for all of us to breathe. We haven't got the ratio quite right yet. Gravity boosters keep us from going osteoporotic, but our existence is nearly as precarious on Luna as it was on Earth. We hope the dead planet Gaia will rise again to the task of supporting life once the pollution and toxicity diminish.
Meanwhile, we've learned to overlook petty differences among all species and all people here on Luna and to recognize we're all made of the same stuff.
Tragically, no people with white skin or light eyes survived the Heat Blast of 2034, only those humans with darker skin tones. There was an automatic bonding - trauma bonding, to be sure, because of what darker toned people endured for millennia at the hands of their lighter skinned brothers and sisters, but bonding happened nonetheless.
We here on Luna are grateful for life itself and watch with horror and fascination as Earth seems to grow more and more dead before what we hope will be full resurrection... before it's too late for all her children.
Meanwhile there's a certain beauty in seeing Luna reflected back to us from the black-tides which cover more than fifty percent of the formerly Blue Planet's surface. Is there life beneath those black-tides? We can only hope.
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