Still I Rise In Nature's Scape. Poem by Michael Gale

Still I rise like a flower reaching for the sky up high...
Might I reach out real far, before I die?

come to me, with sustenance to life...
Come to me, like a really yearning wife.

Water-please fall down to me, as like a cloud in heat...
Nourish me with strength, to guide to my heart, it's healthy beat.

Sweep away the darkened skies...
Give to me, yon wizened ties.

Clean the skies to breath me easy...
Grant to me, cleaner air that's clear and breezy.

Mother Earth, come to hold...
So that like yesteryear's, days of old.

We will have a future, that is colorful and bright...
We'll go to sleep peacefully, knowing, our future's safe and right.