I roam around these lush lands,
Seeking for something bereaved,
Of wilderness and the nature's touch,
And the unnatural serenity of the hunters path.
I roam around these lush lands,
Hoping to fulfill what once was,
Of the dreams of a little boy,
Running through the lands in joyous harmony.
I roam around these lush lands,
Humming to a tune so foriegn,
Of the land before times of sorrow,
And the time of the wild wild nature.
I roam around these lush lands,
Seeking to find the lost fauna,
Of animals and plants going extinct,
Kneeling in penance to my future kin.
I roam around these lush lands,
The distant future but a hopeful thought,
Of children playing and discovering something anew,
For we are but mother natures fledglings.
I roam around these lush lands,
Planting seedlings everyday with hope,
Of nature's might to bloom once more,
To see Gaia's true beauty once more.
