Walk softly upon the earth Leave no trace of your passing, Labor hard to protect creation So, like His love, ‘tis everlasting. Mother Earth must e’er endure The heavy hand upon the hoe, Scratching deep her tender soul Enough to let the seedlings grow. The beast will only eat his fill Then wander off to some new pasture, Not for him this human greed That must be followed by disaster
Daily Abstract Thoughts 