Stop to smell the flowers

Trees grow, flowers bloom, animals live

Yet, we cut it all down.

Children play, fish swim, lungs breathe

Yet, we cut it all down.

When will we worry about what the future holds?

When will we stop to smell the flowers?

Grass shines, fungus spreads, forests build

Yet, we cut it all down.

Birds chirp, whales sing, trees breathe

Yet, we cut it all down.

Oh when, oh when will we learn?

If we don't stop to smell the flowers

Soon, there will be no flowers left for us to smell.