In the Moment
Capture this fleeting moment,
and hear our songs that are broken.
Songs of the teeming forests, the vibrant seas;
so many voices that glisten.
I can’t help but to ask myself,
have we forgotten how to love or how to listen?
Capture this fleeting moment, and hear the voices not heard too late.
We have become lost in comfort and fueled by gain.
The beating drum of the wild will soon lose its tune, of this I can assure,
we are the catalysts and we are the cure.
Capture this moment, this fading moment,
and sing our songs that have not been sung,
tell our tales that have not been told,
and hear our words that have been spoken.
Let us capture this moment,
and remember what it is to listen.