Tiny little specks

dance along the green

emitting sounds of joy

as I rest beneath. 

Give me a voice, my dear

I care for you too much

You poison me slowly, surely

with every minuscule little touch 

And here I stay and sit

while you don't give me a thought

You are what makes the world

You are what makes me up

So I send out my cries 

Push out my pleas

Thrust out the wind

and make stories from the trees. 

Sing to the world, I say

through the rustle of the woods

And warn the world of the danger

that comes from the so-called "good"

The pretty show begins

The warm smiles, the manners

all while I'm burning up

watching the little dancers.

For you, I die

as you dance away

in hopes that all your problems

would slowly dissipate

But no, they feed my oceans

they decorate my trees.

But still, I try and love you

my charming little disease. 

Fill me up, I dare

see how Mars can compare

to my rolling hills, my fresh green

tell me, does he have as fresh of air?

Go off, explore

Journey on your quest

By the time you leave, I might be saved

and finally, get some rest.