The wind of Nature lifted me to the trees,

As I danced with the lasting evergreens.

Swaying to the tune of the forest trees,

But that’s all now a distant dream.

Until the last creature dies,

And Mother Nature cries.

We say it’s polluted; we say it is scarce.

But what have we done to care?

Will it remain a dream

Of a world with endless green?

Nature is fading away,

Look around on any given day.

The flowers that once bloomed from the ground

Are now nowhere to be found.

The crystal-clear water is now full of pollution,

Whatever is the solution?

Help us take a moment to pause,

A moment to think and ponder.

So we may love and care for all you’ve made,

And bring back your world of endless wonder.