Maureen L. Smith
Sweet melodies, swift summer breeze.
No one stopping nor steering you,
It's owned by a greater hand, who rules over our land.
Come kiss the ocan, meet the breaking waves.
Clean the beaches and rob the shores of shells and sand.
Sun, warm the earth, but set again, least you scorch the land.
Night, cool the hot earth, cool the colors from high noon.
Sway the Evergreen tree, comfort the baby birds.
Stay in love with nature, spread winged seeds.