I watch the constellations dance across the sky,
With a tear in my eye,
For those who cannot see,
That they are surrounded by beauty.

Everywhere I look,
I find,
Majestic music in a babbling brook,
Everywhere beauty to blow the mind.

Progress carries such a steep price for us today,
But who can say,
What beauty our children miss,
For progress we destroy,

Gone are forests,
For the sake of shiny toys,
Bright blue skies,
Start becoming grey,

If people could just open their eyes,
Would progress be worth the price we pay?