I wake up in the sand
I draw in a breath
The trickle of liquid around
The salty air fills my lungs
The bitter chill claws at me
Nature's hand on my neck
And what if I could see afar?
Would they listen and hear?


There is no world outside nature eternal
Nature's grip on mankind's deeds is fading


I stride the beaches in a daze
I have drawn in the sand
The images they come to me
The sea a tonic for my dreams
The wind is nature's whispered words
The mother's touch on my mind
And what if there would be an end?
Would they listen and hear?

There is no world outside nature eternal
Nature's grip on mankind's deeds is fading

I climb the hills in such haste
I try to find the strength to move
My skin is so dry from the wind
I spy a herd of beasts afar
Sheltered from the blasts of salty air
The words ringing in my ears
Now I know that there will be an end?
They won't listen or hear.
(They'll never know)

There is no world outside nature eternal
Nature's grip on mankind's deeds is fading

There is no end to the torture of our world
Mankind's grip on nature will end all

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