On our very existence on her we depend
And than her we do not have a better friend
Yet we keep on cutting her beautiful old growth trees down
For to build more houses and factories in the town
The one who does have the true magical powers
From tiny dark seeds she creates beautiful flowers
Without her we could not hope for to survive
Yet of any respect of her we do deprive
The one who does supply us with everything
Yet her praises so few of us ever does sing
All life forms including us humans one day
In the bosom of our Earth Mother destined to lay
On our very existence on her we depend
Yet few of us do look on her as a friend.
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