Four elements in the land of sorrow, They know and want the flavor of power, But men decide what will come tomorrow, Not the everlasting, broken flower.
Men absorb power like a selfish leech, They decide to push aside and ignore: The lesson that nature's will has to teach, Our ignorance is left upon the shore.
With the broken heart of the broken sea, And the telephone wires in plain sight, Tractors and chainsaws are the very key, To the dying screams, of trees in the night.
Fire, Water, Earth and Air I will pray, Eventually frogive us in some way.
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how much is a ton i haven't written at all.
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