A New Beginning

Spirits, Spirits of the land
Come and take me by the hand;
Show me what we are doing wrong
'Cause we have been doing it for so long;
The Indians knew what would come
If we would ruin what They have begun;
Chopping down so many trees
Polluting the day's gentle breeze;
Digging up the precious land
Just to fulfill some stupid plan;
One of these days the Spirits will speak;
The message they send will be bleak;
Wind, earthquakes, water and fire
Will destroy our every desire;
Ashes floating through the sky
Darkness surrounds us and many die;
We will respect the remaining lands
With the lighter touch of human hands;
No more greed, punishment and above all sinning,
For this will be the New Beginning.