I could not bear such poverty
And fill again the pristine sky
With dirt and soot that stings the eye.
The earth our home we must not foul
I long to hear coyote’s howl
We share it all with birds and beast
The giant whales and microbes least.
The streams and lakes and oceans wide
The care of which we must abide
This is our home from which we came
To spoil it now will be our shame.