The wind sings
a song
of prairies undefiled
Of open skies and the thunder of herds
Which come no more. Gone are the secret
Sacred places
Gone to cities: canyons of concrete
Ugly towers of brick and steel
Skies grey with pollution
And 'progress'
Everywhere; too many people
Give the children a better life
Practice family planning and zero growth
Preserve our wilderness and its creatures.
Text by A. Kazan