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Just the way I think Mother nature may view us.

My Dreams,
Float away with me,
Past the rivers,
and out to sea.

My Heart,
Flies past me to the clouds,
Soaring with Eagles,
High above Earth's grounds.

My World,
Flows all around you,
It nurtures; protects,
and constantly comforts you.

My children,
Destroy me slowly,
They Polute my rivers,
And respect none of their siblings.

The bear; the wolf;
The lion; and the elk,
They have nowhere to go,
Once we destroy ourselves.

What terrible fate,
You have cursed them to,
Take away their habitats,
Not as decent neighbors do.

What terrible caregivers,
Man has become for them,
Such total lack of respect,
For any life at all, least of all your own.