I call upon the leaves and the trees,
to bathe the gobbling haze away,
to start anew,
to end devastating drowns from devils in over-run factories.

I call upon the wind and the clouds to shower the earth in golden falls,
to fly away,
to run into oblivion of the skies,
to end fowl farming,
that bleed the earth of its precious gems and juices.

I call upon the steady, sturdy mountains and the limestone hills,
to shake and rattle the ground,
to startle ignorant minds,
to wake these souls up from dreams that drip our caves and lives away from us.

I call upon all!

I call upon the leaves and the trees,
the wind and the clouds,
and the steady, sturdy mountains and the limestone hills,
to huddle around the forests,
to engulf all sacred hope and love into newborn trees,
baby trees, ancient trees and all trees.

In trust and worry that tomorrow,
and so it shall follow,
you will still be here.

In new hope, I call upon,
in new hope.