Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How I should have shared the taxi,
And kept the air emission free.
I did not listen though I knew how.
Perhaps I’ll listen now.

Stormy, stormy night.
Flaming fields that brightly blaze,
Swirling hurricanes in violent rage,
Reflect in our eyes of denying blue.
Weather’s changing true, no more fields of crop or grain,
Starving faces lined in pain,
Are not fed by any loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How we’ll suffer for our insanity,
How we’ll never be green.
I did not listen, though I knew how.
Perhaps I’ll listen now.

For we did not love you,
But still your love is true.
And when no hope is left in sight,
We will have earthquakes all night,
We’ll lose our lives as people often do.
But Earth has tried to tell us people
This world was never meant to be polluted by you.

Written by Sue Dyson
Kerikeri NZ