Until I Have A Voice
Oh won’t you please, do speak for me
To savor each and every tree
When summer greens, so lush in hue
Create such beauty just for you
When leaves are crimson, ochre red
And dance and swirl around your head
And apples fall and cherries grow
To feed my children even though
In pain I live, in strain I thirst
When carelessness and greed come first
When emptied of my treasured source
To tarry will reap such remorse
For golden fields of farm and grain
For lakes and rivers ne’er to wane
For skies of blue and birds to share
In every single breath of air
I pray that it is not too late
Have chemicals then sealed my fate
You know that you still have a choice
Do speak until I have a voice
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