In Centuries From Now

In centuries from now in Spring and Summer song birds will pipe and whistle on the trees
And wild flowers will bloom in valley by the mountains and little girl to her parents will say please
Take me to the park playground on sunday morning where I can play with my young friends for an hour or two
I love this spot above all other places when there's such fun things I can get to do.

In centuries from now the upland streamlet will flow to the river that flows to the sea
And the media will still broadcast headline stories of human heroics and stories of inhumanity
And rumor of war will be on the air waves the men of war will always have their way
And life on Earth will carry on as usual and things won't be that different from today.

In centuries from now people will die of hunger and and most of the world's assets owned by the wealthy few
And in the slums by the poor populated their dreams for many there will not come true
And people will still have their sporting heroes and homage to their monarchs they will pay
And people will come and go but Nature will live on and life will go on it's always been that way.

In centuries from now there will still be four seasons and deciduous trees will shed their leaves in the Fall
And on the moonlit hill in early Winter the vixen searching for a mate will call
And in the Spring and through the days of Summer the birds will whistle on the leafy bough
And life without me will go on as usual on Mother Earth in centuries from now.