Nature's Request
People dear, pay attention to my moans As I murmur mysteries of the skies
Gracious, people dear, pay attention to my moans
As I murmur mysteries of the skies
Of antiquated intelligence, of failed to remember legend
Of equilibrium lost, and nature's entryway
In backwoods profound, where antiquated trees manage
In seas tremendous, where whales coast with satisfaction
In deserts hot, where prickly plants stand tall
All of us are associated, everyone
The earth is worn out, her injuries run profound
Her future questionable, as her breath keeps
The rhythm of life, in delicate beat
Might we at any point stir? Might we at any point rehash?
Allow us to hold hands, as one step
To recuperate the fractures, and allow nature to flourish inside
Let love and graciousness be our directing light
To save the earth, and make everything right
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