She cries, “Children, please!”
While the trees
Are disappearing
Her skies answer back
Thunder claps
And rain is nearing
Mother of us all
Still the wood must fall
Don’t blame us if you can
We are just called Man.
Help us realize
That blue is made for skies
We’re using the air
But more than our share
The stucco and the tin
Is drowning out the wind
And it’s about time
We started to care
Started to care
He spins though we use
And abuse
All of his forces
Her winds move the ground
Pound by pound,
Replenish sources
Oh, Father of us all
Upon your Earth we crawl
Don’t blame us if you can
We are just called Man