I sit by the ocean, with the warm sun rays striking my face
The salty smell, cool breeze off the water and the sounds of the seagull’s cry
Bright blue sky, stretches and meets the sea far off into the horizon
The crashing waves set down beneath my feet, buried in the sand
Mother, we are one
Beneath the fluttering leaves of the forest green
The chirping birds and a cumulus cloud-puffed sky
A rustling brook streams on by, next to the rock on which I sit
Just you and me, pen and pad
Mother, we are one
Peace pipe burning on the front porch
Rocking gently back and forth on an old wicker chair
Overlooking the miles of grassy land
As far as the distant mountain tops
Mother, we are one
Under the star-lit, quarter-mooned sky
Circled around the crackling flame
The Indian chief speaks in his native tongue
Stories of ancestors and ancient wars forgotten
Mother, we are one
Now black smoke fills the sky
Oil-drenched duck can hardly cry
Forest trees fall to the ground
Satellites flying all around
River bottom all full of crap
E. coli water coming out of the tap
Car horns honking, emitting their fumes
Empires collapsing, cities in ruins
Where is the revolution of peace and love?
As a child, I remember joy and bliss
Today, I can hardly keep up with all of this
For my children, will this be fun?
Mother, what have we done?

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