And who within it has anything to say,

About our trees that are being cut down,

And no more planted in the ground.

I worry that there’ll be no air,

And no one left who will care.

And what will the future bring,

And what’ll be left if anything.

Will there be any water safe to drink?

And will there be enough-I shudder to think,

That anything left will be polluted so,

Makes me wonder what is our goal.

The food of today is not like the past,

The quality, it seems, just didn’t last.

For I quiver to think of our world today,

And who within it has anything to say.