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‘Do our roots no longer nourish them’

Said the forest to the tree

‘Do their hands no longer touch the sky

Do eyes no longer see?’

 

‘Do our waters no longer whisper’

Said the river to the stream

‘Do their ears no longer hear the wind

Do minds no longer dream?’

 

‘My children no longer listen’

Said the earth to the sky

As moonbeams pondered lightly

Adrift in hue and cry

 

But from the earth our love was born

She teaches us to learn

And to the earth until we mourn

Our love it must return

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