I have long wandered to the sea
for our fate decides, who we will be
where anemones once bloomed in colors vibrant, unbeknownst to me
this is my green dream.
I want to lay in grass as green as one first saw it
I want to swim in pools deep, blue, not forgotten
I want to watch the sky
as big, and bright, and bold
as the future waiting for me
I want to have a childhood, forever now taken
. . .
Through forests we are meant to wander
for these green mazes beckon yonder
to a time when trees could stand as they are
when the wilderness was free
The Lorax taught you, and me, a lesson:
A plea to leave the nature, lone
it is the animals’ home, our home.
if we could only foresee
the damage of our debris
forests are not manicured lawns, are we?
Why should we expect ourselves to fit a mold
be sold to make paper, books, timber, heat
This is the pulsing beat of an economy run on damage
run on us alone,
but we share this home.
We have but one chance to set this right
rewrite the next part of our story, bring wind and solar aflight
Tonight when the light will reach the darkest corners, the most afraid
and let our children know, we are brave
Their world, their future is all we have to save.
. . .
Could I lose you mother earth?
vessel of my birth
powerful breath that blows the leaves in autumn, by
valleys you shape by gentle touch
grasses you grow with a long, upward brush
oceans that fill with your salty tears
these are my dears, and for you I cry
my members have lost truth, respect in your brilliance
humans believe they stand higher than they are
for nature can always create something more brilliant
perhaps when man is gone you will pick up your brushes again
dream stronger, more vibrant colors,
louder reds, mellower yellows
more intricate, subtle patterns
more pungent, floral scents
man is a smart one, but not wise enough
to notice faults, habits that cannot be
I like to dream of your next masterpiece
for it may be one I may never view at all.