Think back to a younger day,
when your air was sweet with no acid rain.
Not long ago your water we drank
was as pure as the driven snow.
So I write you this formal note,
that this letter signifies our open eyes.
Ashes to ashes and dust from dust,
I’m a man and your the mother earth.

Hear my letter to the world
A amay amasa

Fish are dying below in the streams.
Our children may not realize their dreams.
May be to late but we don’t know yet.
Could we ever clean up such a mess?
Your face is worn all your wrinkles show,
from years of neglect though we should have known. The red man tried to teach us long ago
we’re just man and your the Mother Earth...

Hear my letter to the world
A amay amasa