Word from the Changemaker
He asks for the waters to separate, so they listen
He did this, and so they sky too did glisten
Then the land followed swiftly, but it knew its place
It was separate from the water, it was separate from the sky, it respected its duty
The trees too answered, in fact, they blossomed
Now the waters are full of debris
The beautiful sky is infected with smoke
The land is plagued with litter, which does not glitter
It brings smells, smells that make me choke
What will we do to bring back the glory?
The Glory that once was?
It might not be perfect like it was
But every activist at a time can create an Eden