Trees bent and swayed to the beat of angry skies ,
And I didn't have to ask the Earth why.
We need to give back what we've so freely taken ,
Greed will not be in the making ,
We need to heal her wide gaping wound ,
Or we're sealing our penitent doom.
We need to plant , we need to grow , we need to cherish ,
What we have below ,
It's not ours to destroy ,
The Earth is not our toy .....
Soon we'll reap just what we've all sown .....
As we wonder all alone .....