Doesn’t each and all have a home
A place each shall call their own
A place held within our heart
A place that gives a brand – new start
Isn’t there a place we call our own?
A place where urban jungles have grown
A place where feelings rocket high
So how can we come to destroy?
Isn’t there a place birds call their own?
A place of thickets and forests unknown
A place of trees and vines thatched
So can their beloved homes be axed?
Isn’t there a place fish call their own?
A place where Sun shines like a gemstone
A place where only water allowed
So can their beloved homes be befouled?
Isn’t there a place wolves call their own?
A place where snow and cold, fallen alone
A place where they are never lost
So can their beloved homes defrost
Isn’t there a place bunnies call their own?
A place of hills and meadows overgrown
A place of families embraced
So can their beloved homes, filled with waste?
Why did we ever think to do?
Why people hurting nature grew?
But now we have a burden
Now we must stop to lessen
