The air, that tree
All of life, to me,
Is something to treat carefully.
We cannot let
Ourselves forget
That we might make a difference yet.
Recycle goods,
Clean up the woods,
And be more giving with our foods
Do not despise
Those suffering eyes
That plead for peace, that lofty prize.
Whatever’s next,
Do not let sex
Determine who gets bigger checks.
When love is done,
The battle’s won,
For one can’t change hearts with a gun.
Value all
Or we will fall.
Hear and heed creation’s call!
