LEAVE THEM A FLOWER

I have posted this before. However in the rush to extract every last resource on the planet and the hell with the next generation it won't hurt to post it again. Comes from the seventies. The author was Willie Whytton. My favorite version was done by Ed Ames.

And yes this has something to do with astronomy as we rush to make the sky too thick with pollution to even see the stars. Or even have anyone left who cares to look at the stars. 

LEAVE THEM A FLOWER

I speak on behalf of the next generation.

Our sons and their daughters, their children to come.

What will we leave them for their recreation?

And oil slick? A pylon? An industrial slum?

Chorus:

Leave them a flower, some grass and a hedge row.

A hill and a valley. A view to the sea.

These things are not ours to destroy as we want to;

A gift given once for eternity.

We plunder. We pillage. We tear and we tunnel.

Trees lying toppled, they finger the sky.

Building a land for machines an computers.

In the name of progress, the farms have to die.

Chorus:

Fish in the ocean, polluted the poisoned.

The sand on our beaches all stinking and black.

We and our tankers and banks and investsments

They never worry, the birds will come back.

Chorus:

When the last flower has dropped its last petal.

Then the last concrete is finally laid.

The moon will shine cold in a nightmarish landscape.

Our gift to our children. The world that we made.