Today I walk to you
Oh there is garbage strewn all over this place
Oh sacred place of prayer where have our melodies gone?
There is nothing but a hum inside my head
Oh reflection of our barren trees of winter
the air whispers summer
but it is December
Where are the crystalline snowflakes?
They had hid the garbage till spring
when I would joyfully pick them up for Earth Day
A place to hopefully dance again
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