Greed Poem by John Griffiths

When man first stood upon the earth,
Perfection was around.
Nature was in balance,
In the air, and on the ground.

The earth was given to him,
To sustain his every need,
To live in perfect harmony,
And eliminate his greed.

With beauty all around him,
He was still not satisfied.
As he fought for more possessions,
While he cheated and he lied.

Now, he must find his purpose
And quickly turn around,
By replacing what’s been taken,
From the air and from the ground.