We have the air, the living breeze,
the stubbornness not to bend our knees.
We have the water and little fishes
then dump in garbage from on our dishes.
We have the creatures who give us love,
but beat and batter them and eat the doves.
We say we love our fellow man
but cheat and steal and bite his hand.
We have the sun which warms our hearts
but just can't wait 'til it departs.
Are we too late to start again,
or have we killed our only friend?
We had everything long before,
but never considered the closing door.