My apolgies that these words are incomplete,
If only they were paintings that the world could see,
Hung up on the stars, seen up in the sky,
And at night may those words protect you and I.

If only these words were as complete as the earth,
And in the night sky you'll read meaning and worth.
If my words would grow mountain and poems touch the moon,
Then maybe people to the beauty would not grow imune.

Then the sky might stay blue and the trees stay strong,
Then the people with power will keep holding on,
They wont give up to money or power or greed,
But instead they will plant with one word a seed.