How is it, how could it be
Not a walking man as far as his eyes could see
Everything else was in it's place, the flowers, the stream and the trees
The sun was shining, the air perfumed, the blowing kiss of the breeze
Where did they go he pondered
The quiet parks where children once wandered
Not even the the sweet smells, crisps linens, all freshly laundered
Have they paid the price, mere humans, for all that they have sqaundered
Did they go too far he thought
Had they paid the final price for all they had sought
The lies that were sold, the deceptions,all that they were taught
The preacher the kings and the politicians, whose souls were long bought
Why did they have unlistening ears
There were others who tried to tell them over the years
They couldn't crawl out, from under, frozen up by their own fears
Now their life is left free flowing, far down that murky stained river of tears
The bee nestled closer to the soft marigold
Waiting for reasons and the questions that were untold
Wondering why man ever thought nature was to be bought and sold
Why a species would kill off each other, for the spoils of silver, oil and gold
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