As mother nature cries.

Verse

These trees, these leaves their colors

Painted on a pastel sky.

The poetry of their movements

Dancing in my mind.

The wind the birds the insects

All have their own songs.

I’m almost afraid to close my eyes

Lest it all be gone.

Chorus

Caterpillar dozers;

Chainsaws buzz away.

Dollars drive destruction

For cities and freeways.

Pave another parking lot;

Build that new high rise.

Turn away don’t listen

As mother nature cries.

Verse

These trees, these leaves their colors

Painted on a pastel sky.

The poetry of their movements

Dancing in my mind.

The wind the birds the insects

All have their own songs.

I’m almost afraid to close my eyes

Lest it all be gone.

Chorus

Caterpillar dozers;

Chainsaws buzz away.

Dollars drive destruction

For cities and freeways.

Pave another parking lot;

Build that new high rise.

Turn away don’t listen

As mother nature cries.

Bridge

It’s been steady in progression.

There has been a constant change.

Man’s become robotized

Sterilized his brain.

He has scrubbed it clean of conscience

He has reprogrammed his mind

Wiped away all his feelings

Sewed shut his own eyes.

Tag

Turn away don’t listen

As mother nature cries.