The sky ever so blue, 
The land always true,
I ask myself, how long?
How long will this beauty last?
For as the days go by,
We don’t notice the ferns die, the fish move along,
The birds stop their song, as beauty turns to a lie.

Will the animals survive our mistakes?
Will the trees bear the load,
The load that we have bestowed upon them,
The load of life and death?

How will we recover,
Recover what we have lost,
The beauty in our forests,
In our rivers and red stone dust,
How will they recover, how will they survive, 
If we do not bear the load, if we do not take responsibility, 
If we do not protect what the land has sowed?

How long, I ask, will this last,
Before time has passed?