Thinking about old mother nature

Thinking about the people Pleading for old mother nature Trying hard to get their voices heard Listening to a little bird telling the same story Sitting on a tree in my backyard Thinking about the River Flowing down the mountain Watching the water as it falls Splashing off a’boulders Spraying like a fountain Whispering there’s enough of me for all Thinking about the sky with its white clouds a’churning Only we can save the ozone layer The way that it keeps us safe and stops us all from b*****g but we just keep on poisoning the air Thinking about the trees growing so straight and strong Wondering if we’ll ever see the time When all the trees will be growing free And nobody can say That one’s yours and this one’s mine Thinking about the ocean so powerful and mighty Birds and plants and fish we hold so dear But p****n and pollute it and rob it off its bounty Soon there will be nothing left I fear It’s time we opened up our disbelieving eyes to what we’ve done And realized the trouble that we’re in When it’s too late we’ll see our fate And understand this story And start from the beginning once again. Thinking about the people Pleading for old mother nature Trying hard to get their voices heard Listening to a little bird telling the same story Sitting on a tree in my backyard