The native spirit lives in my heart
the spirit of freedom mingled with love
a love of ground, of Mother Nature
and the birds that sing
to keep this peace I dream
the dream of unity between man and earth
a brotherhood with all.
Is this too much to ask?
Why must it be, I ask,
that the human race destroys
the homes of all
that are living here
It is hard to live in a world
where everyday something leaves
never to return to us
Can't you see the wrong
in the ways we live?
We cut down trees and pollute the
seas.
So please, listen to their plea
They're brothers; sisters true
but they will disappear
unless we live in peace
live in peace with all
that move and breathe here
and think not of the money
but of life and whole.

By Tree

from Concrete Thoughts 2