Let the roses grow and be,
Oh let those who come to me
Bear witness of thy greatness,
Revel in eternal bliss.
Can’t they feel this bright warm light,
Feel its caress on their skin?
Can’t they for once act akin?
And stop those perpetual fights?
Nowadays and evermore
On our land and on our shore
They come, they go, they follow,
They live, they die, but don’t grow.
Nature is like a temple,
Full of sounds and sights to see,
Floating smells and tastes aussi
That men hack, burn and trample.