The man in the moon
Looks down with a frown
As he sees what we have done.
He mourns and cries
As we tell our lies to make ourselves feel better
But we continue on, with our destructive ways
And hurt his mother, earth.
'She is dying!' he cries. "Why won't you stop" and we simply turn away
Turn a blind eye, to feed our greed
That has become such a need
It's a dirty deed, that we let her bleed
For our comforts and easy lives.
When will we learn? That all great things come to an end? And usually by out hand.
We get too big, we take too much, til nothing is left behind.
