The earth and me

There is beauty everywhere Every little thing a miracle. 

Stop! Look around, it costs nothing

 “All for your happiness” says the creator of everything 

 We've been here a long time So long that we can't fathom 

What have we done to Gods heaven 

Turned it to hell, an inheritance for our children? 

 What have we planted ? Have we given off a thing? 

To the earth that gives light and beauty 

That asks for nothing more but love and unity. 

 Is progress more buildings? more cars? 

Air-conditioned and guzzling gas 

Where is the great garden God lent? 

Where is that place I'm expected to tend? 

 There are children still dying out there 

There are the old, lost and confused

 There is an old earth slowly rotting 

Why bother when I have everything ? 

 Is it only in death that we will give 

Not a contribution or a hand out 

Is it only in death that we're generous 

When ashes become ashes and dust to dust? 

 And when I look back and time is past 

Will there be water to dry my thirst? 

Will there be my tree to rest under? 

Will there even be an earth, for my last slumber?