The bees are buzzing; yet something isn’t right,
The sun is shining; yet I can’t see the light.
Whilst nature surrounds me; holding me up
I feel like I’m in a bottomless cup.

The trees and the life surround me,
Yet I know inside I’ll never be free.
Not whilst the fires are raging on,
Our nature now looks like an ugly swan.

So I beg you, I urge you, I plead you to change,
To stop our nature from looking so strange.
Our world that God gave us we have destroyed,
So make a change and failure we’ll avoid.

The bees are buzzing; yet it’s all right now,
The sun is shining and I certainly know how.
Nature surrounds me, it’s holding me up
I feel like I’m in a half full cup.