What Ears Will Hear, What Eyes Will See
She is round and full of great mystery
Surrounding her lays so much history
In the meadows where sweet flowers did grow
With little faces, they put on a show
In mighty tall trees where birds made their nest
A safe haven, where squirrels took their rest
Where tinkling springs of cool waters did run
Racing neath shadows made by a bright sun
Soft rain washing down, made everything new
The magical touch of the morning dew…
But there are those who say, just let it go
Don’t worry so much, don’t put on a show
The meadows will grow, the poisons won’t harm
And fish won’t die when the oceans stay warm
Some eyes are closes to the damage they do
How much more can we take ‘fore they are thru
Open your eyes, put on your listening ears
Hear the earth cry, see Mother Nature’s tears…
The birds and squirrels, the trees and the streams
Are begging mankind… let us keep our dreams!
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2017
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