Let your hands be green Hands,

Green meadows, Hands that are capable of our

destruction
Give me inspiration to write,

But they could also be our only

To write about what is right.
salvation.
What is right for this dying environment
It’s not too late.
Caused by people who are a
You get to decide our fate.
disappointment,

People whose egos are taller than our

trees Let the seeds that you will plant

And are more poisonous than poison Come from your good hand.

ivy’s.
May it bear seeds of truth

And the sweetest fruit,

Green meadows,
The fruit of love

Never thought I’d see you brown.

That’ll restore the lands that we have.

I didn’t know that that’s how you frown.

All I ever knew was how it is to be blue.

Never thought that it’s brown in your

hue.

You’ve become a pale thirsty arid land

Owned by many hands.