The huge stalks of bamboo and mighty pines,

A beautiful, leafy screen climbing up in shades of calm green,

The Mountains of Kathmandu soaring high in the sky shining,

An amazing sight you MUST have seen.

 

But as soon as man affirms their grip,

The lively forests into dull grey ships,

Shining skies that were once so clear,

Now shaded into dark silence and piercing black fear.

 

The lively green plains once so great,

Now tossed and turned for coal and slate,

The beautiful mountains once so tall, have turned into holes,

In the earth just for some dark brown ore.

 

Why don't we go back to the start,

Stop building the ships and start rebuilding our home,

Before our planet has no heart,

Reel in our greed and bring beauty back into range.