Earth's Cry

The language I use Is not for man alone Tis laced wit sweet nectar That comes from nature's blood Hear me oh creation For I bring news that man and beast Must listen to We hear as one, the language of our mother The words I speak I beg tis not hearsay I have heard the truth From the winds rustle the leaves and sway the trees From the churn of the brook in the meadow From the wishwash of crashing waves of the ocean Our mother speaks with a sorrowful voice Her tears are our hurricanes Her wails become our earthquakes Listen to me, her kin Born from the depths of melancholy Before her patience becomes anger And her sadness unquenchable rage Change your ways oh man and beast Drink up the words laced with the sweet nectar Before it becomes bitter poison That you are forced to swallow. Save yourselves from complete anarchy And make our mother dance with glee For if her despair turns abhorrent Man and beast shall cease to exist.