Mother Earth gives her gifts for all to Share

Mother Earth gives her gifts for all to share,

She gives them freely, yet she's still aware

That things are changing, perhaps for the worse.

How much more can she give if our future is cursed?

It's way past time to put Mother Earth first,

To clean up the water before we all thirst,

To clean up the air before our lungs sicken,

To renew the soil and feel it quicken.

How long until the point of no return?

How much longer until we all finally learn,

That to this task we all must rise.

And stop abusing Mother Earth before she dies.

These are the things I'm thankful for...

The sweet smell of flowers in springtime,

Beautiful clear blue skies above me,

The feeling of damp grass beneath my bare feet,

The sound of a free-running stream,

The warmth of the sun on my cheeks,

The site of a field filled with corn,

The sound of birds singing in the trees,

The taste of fresh-picked raspberries,

Crisp, clear autumn mornings,

The sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet,

The site of pumpkins growing in a field,

The first chill of winter in the air,

The site of snowflakes frolicking on the breeze,

Watching children skate on a frozen pond,

And seeing the first robins of spring.

I hope that future generations will still have these things to be thankful for.