A Poem for Humanity
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time if the droughts came,
and the corn died, the rain quit,
and the game animals left,
we just packed our simple villages
a place where the precious rain fell,
the rivers sweetly flowed,
and the corn grew tall again.
There was moving room for all.
But no longer.
We must therefore now carefully
– very carefully –
protect and conserve the water we have
for the future. For we know
we have only borrowed this sacred land
from our children.
– Doug Stewart