There's a scale at which rocks crumble.
A time by which the old leaves tumble.
A cadence to the clap of thunder.
A pace at which new grass will wander.
There is a scale at which man feeds,
and such a scale would have no need,
if hunger could be left behind.
Then maybe in another time,
We'd walk with ants, and grow with pines.
We'd swim with comets, drift with planets,
and maybe curb our eating habits.
We'd fly with bees, and swim with titans,
and our descendants would enlighten
and inform our view of Earth
of all nature and its worth,
and down to every single cell,
we'd love the earth and treat it well.
