What do I perceive.
The trees that grow,
The grass we sow,
The sunny sky,
The birds that sing.
The simple things are, in this life,
So precious and so rare.
We take for granted all of them,
And never show,
We see, or care.
When from this land,
These things are gone,
So barren now, so bleak.
Only then will we cry out,
At last we find,
The voice to speak.
We cannot lose the simple things,
Abundant all around.
The air we breathe,
The birds that fly,
The trees that stand so tall, so proud.
Cause if we do, then we are lost,
And we must realize,
That we must strive at any cost,
To preserve the beauty in our eyes.
Protect and keep these simple things,
And love and cherish all life brings.
