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.
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