The wind, the sun, the moon and stars,
God-given things, these things are ours
to feel within our hair, upon our skin...
so wishes of peace can enter in.
Will Love survive the wars of man,
of will power gain the upper hand?
Will peace be seen within the sky,
will Mother Nature live or die?
Love will always shine supreme,
woven through man's hopes and dreams.
Stars will always shine on high...
Though at times, my spirit cries
for Mother Earth.
She must fight for her right
to remain pure and free,
Listen; won't you listen - please!

© Deborah L. Kelly