We Are In It Together
You change the land
you change the sky
a mile down
a mile high
The message is transmitted
through the trees,
it whispers
on the blowing breeze.
They speak together
of a growing brute,
on the wind
and from root to root,
of The Man
whom eats the fruit
and obsesses
over shiny loot.
Only to one another
their language speaks,
they've forgot the sound
of nature's beat.
But oh, they love
banging their drums
So, the clouds distort
the setting Sun.
The Air brings forth
a deadly storm,
Heaven's bells,
as if to warn -
The Earth, too,
tries a trick,
making all
the ecosystems sick,
making whole species
completely disappear
but The Man shows
little sign of fear
And so, I say,
I have to learn
To speak to Sunshine
and the wise old Fern.
I hear the conspiracy
of our demise
and on my knees
I start to cry.