We have lost our way, forgotten our roots. Unaware that we aren’t on this earth for the day. We’re here to stay. So beautiful together we could be. If we stopped for a moment to see. That the things we think matter, don’t. Because in the end we can’t, we just won’t. Be able to go on, unless we realise pretty quick. That we’re making this poor beautiful planet sick. 
 
Oil on paperbark