Beauty Untouched is Hurt by the Hand

We find beauty in things untouched The remaining virginity of nature mesmerizes But in an attempt to grasp it It is tortured by the hands of the ignorant The greedy, the unsatisfied A child-like mind To take it in our possession Claiming "it's our and ours to keep forever more" And to make our forever We pull out the roots of land Away from its beginning when God called it paradise Just to make it "our" paradise How can we claim what's not entitled in our names We were not put here to take But to be defenders of land And all that have no thought of improvement suffer For they are not creatures that can walk upon the man and share words If only we could hear the voices of the wind "Just sit with us, because you cannot harness us; You cannot improves us without harm."