If we can sing with all the voices of a mountain,
And we applaud at countless creatures giving
birth,
When the symphony of life is stifled by
disdain
We will feel the need to mourn for underrated
earth.
If we can enter into pleasure with each rainbow,
And we describe the world in colours of fair
mind,
When clouds drop toxic rain infiltrating plants
with woe
We will feel like weeping too at what is left
behind.
If we can follow all the footprints of a river,
And we can understand the lovesong of the
moon,
When silent pleas from dying earth need
deliverance,
We will feel the need for working hard to stem
her doom.
yes, we feel it Fay...thanks to your impassioned write as always.....