Fie, I Say!

Fie, I say! What a disgrace!

Must we defile the soil 

Where our ancestors had lived?

Though their spirits have fled,

Their bones make up this land;

Tis where the Earth blesses us

From grass blades 

To redwoods that dominate the land;

How foolish are we to bring doom

Upon the very soil that promises

Foundation to our houses?

It gives the birds in the sky a place to lie

And the hanging moist laden clouds

A reason to rain.