I look at a world of rain and seas,
of grassy fields and bushy trees,
Of humming birds and bumbling bees,
of sunny summers and winter's breeze.
As far as the eye can see
the planet spins, the world goes round,
But frack the surface, drill down deep,
and find the time to act is now.
The world I see means the world to me,
but to the greedy it's cheap and easy.
Why can't they see, what quite apparently,
Might mean the end...