Earth Little Problem Poem by David Guild

As I listen to the fan going round and round
And the rain coming down, earthward bound
The crickets chirping, water dripping
How good it is to hear that sound
Music of the earth, music of a sound

The sound of nature, the sound of good
Listening to how it always should
Nature at it's best and nature at least
Something we're changing piece by piece
As a man's builds a jigsaw with each little piece.

While some men are building a picture to see
More are destroying and chopping down trees
What can we do, I am not sure, all I know, is it must be more
To save this Earth, this heaven on earth
What more can we give, What is it worth?