Said Mother Earth to her three sons " What good have you done today?". One son said " I have conquered for you, and have laid many down." Say's Mother Earth, " I know I could  feel their pain as you laid them in my arms." Said son number two,"I have fetched you a feast from many poor farmers fields. This feast is all for you". " I know",  said Mother Earth," I feel the grumble of many empty stomachs."  The third son said meekly," I have done nothing. I saw a dying man alone and afraid, and I used my time to comfort him."  Say's Mother Earth," I know, he speaks kindly of you.  You my son have done good."

Wind under the eagles wing,
Thoughts forgotten on awakening,
Words that in my ear still ring.
These are things unseen.

Deep inside where secrets lay,
things not said, not given away.
A look, a smell, a note on which I wept.
These are things I kept.

My heart that beats inside my chest.
My youth, my love, my joy, my best,
My hands, my sweat, my sage.
These are things I gave.

A heart that beats inside his chest.
A friend that doesn't think me a mess.
A grandchild that has stories abound.
These are things I found.

Unseen, kept, gave, or found,
They didn't cost me a pound.
A life that was undreamed of,
These are things I love.

When I was a little girl,
I thought the world was just for me.
I knew nothing of before or past,
So that's what I believed.

When I was a teenage girl,
I thought the world was mine to take.
A mighty strength I felt within,
I never thought it to be a mistake.

When I was a young woman,
I thought the world lay in his eyes.
So when he broke my heart,  
I thought love might be unwise.

When I was an adult,
I thought the world was my own home.
To busy with the kids and job,
So little did I roam.

When I was an old woman,
I thought the world to be deranged,
But as I looked behind me,
I found that I must take the blame.

Oh no here comes another one.
A bleeding heart it's true.
A hippie from the sixties,
She'll talk till she turns blue.

Peace is her main subject.
Her hearts worn on her sleeve.
That crazy woman and her cats.
She wants me to believe.

Believe that there's another way
to keep this world from fighting.
Another way to save the earth,
A earth with less dividing.

We all call her crazy,
She wants so much for peace.
She talks about it night and day.
She even tells the geese.

Her clothes are old and tattered.
Her shoes are not unique,
She buys them at the Five and Dime.
A straw hat makes her look complete.

She grows a great big garden.
She works in it every day.
Then she keeps what she can eat,
And gives the rest of it away.

She does not have a lot of money,
Or drive a nice big car.
So when she's taking on the world, you see,
She doesn't get to far.

So watch out for her, her she comes,
She's out to change the world.
She'll have to do it one block at a time,
Oh wait, was that a cape unfurl?

(And so she flew around the world)