The flaking crisp of bark raining the air 

Shimmering leaves burned to ashes 

The air is hot then cold 

Give us life 

Mother give us food 

Give us the ability to breathe 

And the deep blue sky 

Blossoming the ground 

The sprouting vines with no roots to grow 

The luster of our trees burned to the crisp 

All for money 

But nothing to grow 

Do you have a heart? 

But hearts of one 

How will we live?

How will I live?