copyright 2001 Patricia M. Shannon
Walking in the early sunlight, with the calling birds,
I see the trees against the newborn sky;
listening to the breeze, I hear God's voice
saying "Take care of this planet, don't make it die!"
We must
(chorus)
- take care of our planet,
it's the only home we have;
it will give us what we need,
if we treat it respectfully.
or an enemy with which we are at war;
remember that we were just an afterthought,
stewards and not owners are what we are.
Now some say the end is coming,
so we'll need the earth no more;
He said no one will expect it,
might be 10,000 years to go.
(chorus)
He did not mean for us to be parasites,
always taking destruction to new heights,
killing off the species He so carefully planned,
in the interdependent web of life.
Don't depend on some angels,
or a space ship from on high
to save you from your own folly,
if you do, you're sure to die."
So
(chorus)
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