Our children will dreamÂ
Of the sound of rainÂ
Their children will screamÂ
And curse us with painÂ
If we don’t make earth green
The little left will disappearÂ
If we ignore what is seen
Beautiful undersea creature will cease to come up here
The oceans will be empty and unpleasantÂ
Maybe then we’ll face reality
When there’s no earth to rest upon or send a servantÂ
We’ll cry, we’ll regret, we’ll blame DeityÂ
Storms of sand will be hard on us, carrying our grain[s]
We’ll wander everywhere , “Do you hear that,” we will say, “It sounds like Rain.”
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