be kind to the earth
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Walk with me, under the great pine tree.
Their branches swaying in silent ecstasy.
Be careful, step lightly.
Keep your hands low, don’t swing at the Buzzing bee.
Midas was a man,
A man with a wish,
He didn’t get what he planned,
But he just couldn’t resist.
He asked for gold the first time,
Midas was a man,
A man with a wish,
He didn’t get what he planned,
But he just couldn’t resist.
He asked for gold the first time,
Wondering how it feels to be a tree Nothing much to do but relax And live in peace Or so I thought People have been killing many like me The question is what have we done wrong All we do is shield you with our leaves And help you breathe We provi
The woods were to my right
The ocean to the left,
But when I close my eyes
I am taken to a land unknown.
It is a land with a soft voice
Thinking
By Ben Fitzgerald
I was thinking about that sky that sits upon the morning.
It was awfully pink and bright,
Dying, dying, dead
It's almost like the Earth and my soul collided
Becoming one
The similiarity between us
We are both dying
I however am dying to grow up,
Dying to be independent,
There once was a girl
Who had a war going on inside her.
This war was a just a quarrel
Between all nations to see who was best.
The sad girl was getting too frail and sick
Selfish
As your last hair fades to gray,
The last fish in the sea will swim it’s final mile
As you run out of arthritis pills for the last time,
Selfish
As your last hair fades to gray,
The last fish in the sea will swim it’s final mile
As you run out of arthritis pills for the last time,
