Turn your gaze to the beauty of trees,
The rustling of the leaves high above,
Bending gently in the breeze,
Their supplication, begs us to give more love.
Chorus:
Listen to the heart-beat of Mother Earth
Flowing through the land,
Cradled in the arms of each child’s birth;
It’s time to join the rhythm of her band.
Splashing in the trickling, cool stream,
A first world joy, a third world dream.
We happily leave water bubbling,
The amount of water wasted is troubling.
Chorus:
Listen to the heart-beat of Mother Earth
Flowing through the land,
Cradled in the arms of each child’s birth;
It’s time to join the rhythm of her band.
We pollute our own air and choke,
Creatures lives, global warming dictate
As they die in wild-fires of smoke.
If willing, we can change our own fate.