The air, that tree
All of life, to me,
Is something to treat carefully.
We cannot let
That we might make a difference yet.
Clean up the woods,
And be more giving with our foods
Do not despise
Those suffering eyes
That plead for peace, that lofty prize.
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.
Or we will fall.
Hear and heed creation’s call!