The promise of tomorrow
Depends upon the way
We honor all the blessings
That are ours today.
Can we hear the voices
Of the children yet unborn?
Do they call to us with gratitude,
Or do we hear their scorn?
Are we so wrapped up with taking
That we forget to give?
Wasting every resource
That allows the future to live.
Have we killed the promise
Of tomorrows yet to be?
Or will we stop the plunder
Of our greed's insanity?
The children of the future
Sing out in the night.
Their song asks for mercy,
A release from their plight.
We can make a difference,
We can show we care,
By honoring all the blessings
Of fire, water, earth, and air.
Jamie Sams in Earth Medicine
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