The earth we wonder if it will last
and recover from its painfull past
while some are changing, growing and wise
others will be the earths demise,
the blackness is spreading anger and hate
making us wonder what is our fate?
sensitive and soft as a flower we are
yet if we listen to the moon we shall go far,
she is our mother, protector of life
yet we are hyenas always in strife
many care not for the harm they do
though being an environmentalist will not save you
its much more effiecient to do more of small
than less of large and think you've done all
we should not turn from the wilting flower
but encourage it to grow with wisdom and power,
the dark is not needed, no reason to stay
for we should gather together and with one voice say
together we are a forest, deverse and plentiful,
apart we are a desert, bleak and sorrowful.
Charlene Whelan. Copywrite 2004.