What good a drop into an ocean?
What good a leaf into the wood?
Devoid of love and of emotion,
Why’s wrong if we misunderstood?
Our mother whispers muted cries
Of agony and of despair.
But we hear nothing - cozy lies;
Further our future we impair.
How hope and nature slowly dies,
Destroying likewise earth and sea -
Blind if we are to its demise,
Ignoring it - that we shall see!
Don’t be just one amongst the slaves
Of comfort - while our nature freeze.
If you’re a drop now, think of waves!
If you’re a leaf, just think of trees!