When the wind winds down I want to die with it. When darkness embarks on a cloud I want to cry with it. Because its tears aren't enough To quench the thirst of our Mother, And the fleeting songs the air sings Reminds me of a fleeing lover. Coming back now and Again to touch her To remember her curves, Her structure.
When I see trees withering in spring I can feel my soul dry up and shrivel. Death flowering, in a garden of our drivel. How careless we are as people, Perceiving things without thought As lesser beings. When our hearts only beat because of the life they bring.
I feel like garbage, when I see it on the street Like the world is a trashcan, full of humanity. We are ****. We are useless. We are incomplete When our souls don't communicate On nature's frequency.
I want to give my life, To save our dying planet But my soul is tarnished By what we've done to Her. We should all just die To save our Mother.