It is the wind who's calling,
or the sun's light streaming.
Screaming, warning, the sad foreboding
as earth revolves and evolves.
Can life be speaking?
We don't see what we despise.
We choose to close our eyes.
Won't see what we despise.
Does our planet softly speak?
The ancient trees are going.
Oil spills in the ocean.
Ozone is going so put on your sunscreen
The raindrops are tears from the clouds.
Can life be speaking?
The mud it looks like wrinkles
Erosion as from old age
Ocean-bound wind that carries the black dust
that thousands of tree roots once held
Can life be speaking?
Sometimes at night when the world is still I hear the sound,
A sigh of sadness, the breathing of madness, a gasp of air.
It is the sky who's calling, or
the Mother Earth who's turning
And burning while life's thread is yearning,
and acid rain falls from the sky.
Can life be speaking?
It is the wind who's calling
Or the sun's light streaming
Screaming, warning, the sad foreboding,
As we go on through each day.
Can life be speaking?
We don't see what we despise.
We choose to close our eyes.
We won't see what we despise.
Does our planet softly speak?
Why can't we listen, why don't we listen to the ocean?
Why can't we listen, why don't we listen to the mountains?
Why can't we listen, why don't we listen to the sun and the moon?
Why can't we listen, why don't we listen to the forest before the last tree falls?