Brother Moon, do you wonder
at what you see?
Do you weep at the sight
of savagery?
Do you feel the agony of
Sister Earth as she
is plundered by the
Little People who think themselves immortal?
Do you see the dismantling?
The River. The Ocean.
A Forest here. A quiet Prairie there.
All in the name of Greed, the
seductive god of the Little People,
the deity of destruction.
Sister Earth cries, not for the pain
of her own loss, but for
the blindness of those who, long ago,
were entrusted with Her care,
Stewards of a fragile Treasure.
Foolish Little People,
singing the songs of their own
salvation,
blind to the beast that waits.