Cry the Earth

In pain of greed and wanting more, more, more....
Cracking and braking its climate, wildlife all in gore...
The plague of man... Using, wasting and destroy...
This Eden... Garden... Earth... Its not a toy...

Our oceans deep, echo with the sounds of emptiness...
Where is the whale, dolphin and fish, swallowed in our abyss....
No more seagulls cry over the rotten carcass of a fisherman...
Bones white and dry in the desserts of ones where life began...

Storms and sharing earth, volcano ash before the sun...
All taken by you, for what... More money, more fun...
In the distance a un proud beast, stripped the rhino horn...
To feel a man you take what God has made so, to be born...

Air so heavy, you can not see, you can not breath...
More mines, more gold, more coal ..more!!! ..trees left without a leave...
Mother earth is crying, she can not take it no more...
Let us stop, look after what God has given you to adore...

Tears

Feelings to liquid it can turn...
Slowly, softly its paths to burn...
Cleaning all lands, plains from dry to wet...
Breaking the seed, growing what was to get...

Butterfly

Playing in the wind, my butterfly of love...
Adored by all, gentle as a baby dove...
From flower to flower, happiness to call...
Some want take you, to that place to fall...

Like stars glitter, crystal chandelier in the sun...
Web calling you to play, promise of fun...
Caught in sticky lines, tighter with every move...
Wings tearing, panic, moving you to a grove...

Darkness falls, brake spiders bite,... Butterfly!!!

Support and love from family, friends so deep...
Rip your wings, from spiders web that keep...
Found the strength, once never you thought...
Inside, happiness, peace no one can bought...

Again your beautiful wings, the world to show...
Suns bright rays make you strong, to grow...
To the Oriental garden, its beauty, you goes...
Butterfly of love, once again sip from life's rose...

Change

With sweaty palms and racing heart...
Not always willing, from the known to part...
New beginnings walking into that not known...
Will it be good?... Will it be accident-prown...

Most will never sit down at this table, to feast...
Like a child be scared, the new, like a beast...
Staying in a comfort zone,  always so save...
Missing all the turns, on the road that's pave...

Sharpen senses, from that zone to move...
Bring the new unexpected, to self it prove...
Learning, seeing, acting, growing the range...
Now at ease,  my heart, wanting change...