From roaring seas, to rolling hills,
At one with nature, cures all my ills,
Through green of grass, or blue of sky,
I close my eyes and hear natures cry.

From song of bird, to buzz of bee,
Nature’s voice is clear to me,
Through breath of wind, or tear of rain,
Our planet tries to show her pain.

We bleed her dry, we **** her land,
As profit and greed, go hand in hand,
Despite all she offers to help us live,
We still demand for more to give.

Too many live lives just for today,
While Mother Earth is left to pay,
Now is the time to save tomorrow,
Or the age of man will end in sorrow.