We have seen vegetation crumble;
Even the greens of Sahara go south
Towing with it our life-giving earth
Spreading tentacles of drought
Upon man who knows only profits
I walked ahead of time
Beyond those warm blankets
Of trees and sunny forest,
Listening to Nature speak
With hope, I gladly seek
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