Environmental art call---AURORA, The seed

 
Will you fly when the time has come,
Do you hear in the canyon, drums?
Deep and throbbing the heart of Earth,
Gives you life as you rise from birth.
 
Feel the pain where you’re coming from.
Will you fly when the time has come?
Be the seed as it seeks the light,
You will know when the time is right.
 
Of the blue world that’s drying fast,
Find the storm where the rainbows last.
Will you fly when the time has come,
On the wind, what will you become?
 
All you hope is to hear the sound
Of a love pulsing all around.
Be the seed that feeds everyone.
Will you fly when the time has come?

 
I’m dying of thirst but I cannot drink,
The waters are poisoned,  
What have we done?
I’m famished but can’t eat,
The fruit is all spoiled,
Burned under the sun,
Oh what have we done?
 
The landscapes once green,
Are all now but a dream,
They have disappeared,
By the industrial machine.
 
The beautiful clear skies,
That once graced my eyes,
Are cold, dark and grey,
The blue has gone away.
 
The oceans aren’t clean,
All of its life now it seems,
Has left and vanished,
Never to be seen.
 
I’m dying of thirst but I cannot drink,
The waters are poisoned,
What have we done?
I’m famished but can’t eat,
The fruit is all spoiled,
Burned under the sun,
Oh what have we done?
 
The forests have burned,
Turned to ash and to dust,
And all the animals,
Scorched into the crust.
 
The mountains are gone,
They become wastelands,
And even the deserts,
Are now barren badlands,
 
The valleys now smoke,
With a hiss to the sky,
It’s seems like a nightmare,
Enough to make me cry.
 
I’m dying of thirst but I cannot drink
The waters are poisoned,
What have we done?
I’m famished but can’t eat,
The fruit is all spoiled,
Burned under the sun,
Oh what have we done?
 
But I found a seed,
Like hope that we need,
And so I pray to Mother,
To hear my plead,
 
I’m searching for water,
The wells are bone dry,
Still I have my faith,
Not all has gone awry.
 
And maybe my tears,
Will wet the earth,
And the seed will grow,
With hope for rebirth.
 
I’m dying of thirst but I cannot drink
The waters are poisoned,
What have we done?
I’m famished but can’t eat,
The fruit is all spoiled,
Burned under the sun,
But now a seed is planted
And hope has begun.