Stories Not To Forget

Tell me a story
About the way we were.
When we we'd bruise and heal
When playing in dirt was no big deal.

Tell me a story 
Of the before times.
When lightning didn't last all night
And fires -- were still a rare sight. 

Tell me a story 
Of the vanity of humans. 
The quest to go to the moon
So absurd we were, so out of tune. 

Tell me a story
About the world that was lost.
To some I'd happily say 'so long!'
Some was meant to parish all along.

Tell me a story
Of how it could have been.
If we had chosen courage over fear
Had we not turn an eye, year after year.

Tell me a story 
About the way we were.
So I don't forget
The good and the ugly,
The changed and the stale
The union and the hatred
The community and the one
The nature, and the human nature
The love, and the love lost. 
The animals, the rainbows, the rain
The forest, the birds, the pain
The plastic, the earthquake, the flood
The shedding of mother earth's blood.

Tell me a story
About mother earth
And I'll sit quiet and listen
And patiently hope for her rebirth.

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