To make nature my own
Is to kill it
Just to take it home
We cut it off from its life source
So it can wither in a day
The graceful creature, proud and strong
Suffocate it in circles
Surrounded by a mob
Of clueless people
Who don't know what it's like to be trapped in a cell
Who have never been caged in a living hell
Or don't understand that this is not our land
That nature is greater than you or I
And whenever we touch it,
It dies