~Gracias A La Vida~

[i][/i]Thank you for my life. I am sad but I* am Grateful. The old men are killing my mother the earth. She cries, I cry, the four- leggeds cry, the trees, mountains, forest, birds, rocks and mountains all cry and you cannot hear. Will not hear.

We are so many yet so very few who know you, see you, hear you, feel you, or know your pain.

I have covered my head in the tall green grasses and kissed, touched the heart of you. Your colors are fading, I'm so very sorry the old men are killing you and I am afraid. Everywhere life is dying yet in the far distance I hear young people singing. We shall overcome, We shall overcome, Not with a sword but with a song. Old men we shall not be moved, we cannot hear or see you. You cannot, will not touch us.

We, the children are here to save our mother. Our birth too was from a virgin. Know her, her name is Gaia, not Mary.

We the young people came long before you. We come again. A second coming. Old men will sleep soon and our colors will shine brightly. In the Universe a chorus, a song, a vibration of love,

~Namaste old men~