Melpomene, Muse of Tragedy

Melpomene, muse of tragedy… Why must the world, so ugly be? Man cutting down most every tree! Man turning earth into a blight How can they think that this is right Why can’t they see? “They’ve lost their sight!” And when the trees, they are all gone… No shelter for the birds or fawn What will be left with the new dawn? All we can do is hope and pray That man will wake and change some day Let nature be, and hear her say… “If not for me you’d have no place To flourish as a human race Why can’t you see beyond your face?” Is it too late for us to try? To heal the world and hear it’s cry… “Why can’t we help? Oh why, Oh why!”