A Better Place Is one where the fields can run free, The streams can climb the tallest tree, One where for but a moment, one is all, A place where for but a moment, all is one. With a babbling brook, perhaps? And sun lazing along, Crickets singing mid-day lovesong. Where the roads are sidewalks, And sidewalks would be roads, All would ride bicycles, And plants just grow, Row upon row upon row. A Better Time Is when I can be with the Earth, when I can feel her sweet windy breath, and not breathe the breath of death, Clouds so thick, of dust and waste, A gust and so, I feel the sickly taste. A better time, would be oh so fine, Where the earth is one, and the people are another, and in this other an' one, they are one-another.
