by Peter Strickland, UK
We touch the ground - we don’t own land If your heart’s free - your head won’t be A mystery - down in the sand When you fight nature – life’s much tougher Drink the dawn - like you drink water Take in sunset – like you eat supper We see the world - not with our eyes We don’t see water – rise to skies And the surprise – is there’s no price The eager fruits - grow ripe again Sweetness, they have it – from the planet There’s nought to gain – just the gift of rain We had almost– no trees - no birds - no bees Just a few – small fish - swimming in the seas We know that grains - of sand can whirl And dance real well – inside a shell So they can be - an oyster pearl This narrative - is life’s true wealth It’s nature’s way – and life itself To renew cells – and find good health Sunlight shining - after the dew Falls on a leaf – prompting belief That it can use – its C02 Lifting water - with great care Leaves work magic – with their logic And with us share - the freshest air We had almost– no trees - no birds - no bees Just a few – small fish - swimming in the seas It’s nature’s wish- to give us more To grant riches – free for all Whether we – are rich or poor We cannot count - what sharing’s worth Kindness when rife – is good for life And by our birth – we owe the earth The trees share news – of all they know Endless rumour – with good humour So they know - when it’s time to grow Fruits make noises - you’d never guess They’re not like words – they’re faintly heard As greens turn red - to find sweetness We had almost– no trees - no birds - no bees Just a few – small fish - swimming in the seas We hear the leaves – above the lawn Hear them singing – as they’re turning To face the light - in early dawn Some soils are soft – some are denser But shoots are bound – to beat hard ground Be soft and tender - just surrender Hear the sound of - life’s audition When you care - it’s everywhere Dance its rhythm – try to listen There’s a surprise – in connection The sound of knowing – and of growing Inviting ears - to life’s affection We had almost– no trees - no birds - no bees Just a few – small fish - swimming in the seas
