This earth that we walk upon
borrowed from another’s future
so fragile and we can’t go on
turning it into a sewer.
Take the land and treat it well
Let it thrive and flourish,
Hope not for the tolling bell
a signal, as the last perish
The seed of life cannot be burned
It’s something we must relish
Its in our hands to save this world
It should be theirs to cherish
Lay your sweetness on my land
A thing we must do now
Keep the grass from becoming sand
for the future we will plough
You learn to reap what you have sown,
Just as the old song says
so nurture and treat and care for the growth
ensure generations care
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
This earth that we walk upon
borrowed from another’s future
so fragile and we can’t go on
turning it into a sewer.
Take the land and treat it well
Let it thrive and flourish,
Hope not for the tolling bell
a signal, as the last perish
The seed of life cannot be burned
It’s something we must relish
Its in our hands to save this world
It should be theirs to cherish
Lay your sweetness on my land
A thing we must do now
Keep the grass from becoming sand
for the future we will plough
You learn to reap what you have sown,
Just as the old song says
so nurture and treat and care for the growth
ensure generations care
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