Is it because we can't sense or that we can not see
generations gone by don't seem to agree.
We are here to serve mother nature
Past, present and future.
To tend to its needs
before our hearts leases bleeds.
Endless growth, adding the beads
better to manage the fields
than to expire it's shields.
Rich or poor we can be of a lesser mind
though we need to move to a position of greater find.
We are not alone,
cast from historical, ancient bone.
Our neighbour's from nature also need a home,
without them we are nothing.
Yes we don't understand,
Lets not wait for the final stand,
for the politics of today are already buried in sand,
lets hold nature's hand.