Squanto and John Smith

Walking through a meadow where no one is around

You look to the left, to the right, you look up, you look down

The fresh air, The cool breeze

The green grass, the fresh leaves

The sound of a flower blooming

The strong branches, the sturdy trunks

The wood peckers, the chipmunks

The sunshine and dark clouds are never glooming

A path set by foot prints

A dream revealed during the day

The smile on my face

I pass the river where beavers build dams

I past the pasture where the wild horses roam

I pause

I see far beyond the trees where beauty no longer exist

The place that has conformed

The place that has been taken over by what we know as civilization

Mother Nature's sweet and precious gifts have been dismantled

Where has it all gone

The trees cut down

The sky filled with smog

The soil turned too many times to savor and cultivate

There is no line between beauty and destruction

No line between what was and what is

To the people who live simply and free

their trust had been betrayed, their space invaded, and land taken

But in an instant it didn’t take much to awaken the freedom of the protector

A great man of old age escorted by a representative of young

Both came, one with a bible, one with a gun

Both filled with wisdom, both sharp with the tongue

To talk about the problems of all this destruction

One turns to the other to see who will handle the affair

With their left hand on the bible and gun in the air

One shot was fired, and one verse was said to give them a scare

The way in which all the matters were addresses

Compromise was fought for, and relief of stress

Eventually coming to blows each side fought for what was right

By the end of the night..

Mountains crumbled, the Earth rumbled, No one fell but everyone stumbled

The sunset but what happened next...

The land was destroyed

No more beauty throughout the nation

If you were in these shoes whose side would you be takin..

So no more birds, trees, fresh air or green grass

What's left is a bottomless pit where no life can last

The story starts great always ending with a lesson

Before you make a move for altercations count your blessings

Cuz the stressing is unnecessary

The commotion isnt needed

But when blows come to blows

plants will grow from the old crops that you seeded.