Off in the horizon
People are beginning to gather and
Every once in a while there is a yell
Notating the gathering to come
If only they could leave the earth alone
Nothing is preserved and every open space is
Getting destroyed the more they visit
Gifts of purity and of fresh
Air are dying the longer we dwell
There and it never made a difference to you
Either you had no feelings for it or
Were not caring about damage in the first place
As our grandchildren are
Yelling to save
Some part of this world
