When winter winds do blow the whole day long,
And hoar frost covers the muted window panes.
When all but the hardiest birds can sing their songs,
Then nature is hushed, and man alone remains.
Safe in his oil-warmed house, amidst his gadgets,
Contemplating life, but not real life.
Outside nature whispers, then louder yet,
Tries to tell man of the coming terrible strife.
When life, as we know it will change forever more,
When power is for those who can take, and not to share,
When all of us will be shaken to the core,
Because we didn’t listen, and with blank stares
We will watch our beautiful Earth dwindle and fade,
Never again perfect, as it was made.