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Mother Nature's Conversations

Who the hell am? Why am I here?

Born in to something where they live in hate and fear

So disconnected from the place we call home

Do I belong here? When I listen then I know

 

I see it when the birds ride the breeze

I feel it when the river rushes over me

I hear it in my baby’s cry

I see it in my lover’s eyes

We are beautiful magical creations

A part of mother nature’s conversations

 

Walk in the footsteps of who came before

Would my ancestors recognise this place anymore?

We’ve cut down the forest, made the animals our slaves

I hear them singing put your weapons away

 

I see it when the birds ride the breeze

I feel it when the river rushes over me

I hear it in my baby’s cry

I see it in my mother’s eyes

We are beautiful magical creations

A part of mother nature’s conversations

 

Are you listening?

She is talking

Are you listening?

To the sound

 

Are you listening?

She is talking

Are you listening?

To the sound

 

I see it when the birds ride the breeze

I feel it when the river rushes over me

I hear it in my baby’s cry

I felt it when my brother died

We are beautiful magical creations

A part of mother nature’s conversations

 

But are you listening?

She is talking

Are you listening?

To the sound

 

Are you listening?

She is talking

Are you listening?

To the sound

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