My Place

The elder trees once strong and tall,

Will now begin to drop and fall.

For our earth, our food, and skies above,

Are dying and need our nurture and love.

The cattle way back was great and free,

But are now bred, in cages of three.

For our earth, our food, and skies above

Are dying and need our nurture and love.

The skies back then were full of love,

But now contain not a single dove.

For our earth, our food, and skies above

Are dying and need our nurture and love.