I ride the wind, this cutting wind

Cures me of indolence, regret

Towards the close of day

Clouds swirl blue celebrates

A tiny victory

Cynicism drains away

Thoughts tumbling over the cliff face

Thoughtless man lacks the will to care

The whole green earth suffers at his hands,

A women's care is gracefully sustained

It is her flair to create beauty, even in the barrenest of lands.

Man's linear thinking inflicts this bloody calvary upon nature

Time after time

Knowing the cost of everything, the value of nothing,

He has wreaked havoc on nature's every feature;

This rape of mother earth is the most terrible thing.

Mankind must see he is a steward not the owner

And God the creator and composer.