If we would walk through the trees,
Would we still believe
That there is not a cousin
Nor a brother
Walking with us through this life.

If we had flown with the river,
Would we still shiver
At our thoughts
That were bought
To neglect our nature in this life.

Without the grace of a butterfly,
Would we still shy
From our real purpose,
Given nature's curse
To change all that is in life.

Will our arrogance ignore the bird,
Ignore her word,
For she will sing
Just about anything
To be noticed in this life.

The seeds will still grow,
The water will still flow,
Nature will move,
Replace the used
Once we are void of life.

Our ignorance of our place in this world
Will be our final curtain.