2005-12-07, 09:23 PM
Our Green Earth
Our great dreaming trees, with eyes of silence
Our great blue oceans, the nectar of life
Our great open sky, filling with posion
Our great mother nature, singing in sorrow
Our great love for life, slowly fading
Our great past known, misguided it was
Our great present choices, leading to the end
Our great coming future, it becomes a tale
By: Christopher oRuanaidh