The rustle of leaves as the wind passes through
Whoosh go the cars whizzing past
Constant chatter of passing crowds
Busy but calm like our ocean waves
Houses spring up all around
Animals share all this, they do
But people are volcanoes
Everything we make is used to destroy
And one day there will be nothing left
Our people will no longer exist
Already there is hunger and death
Because we are to greedy to see
That some people, like you and I
Are suffering
But in one hundred years or sooner still
This will all vanish
Our world will die!
