The Red Wolf bays at the silver moon.
I feel his tears run down my face.
His time on Earth is ending soon.
For him there is no sacred place.
Dwellings fall to fire and blade,
and warming seas and atmosphere.
What is left of the world we made
that gives us hope we’ll still be here
when oceans wash away the land
and lack of rain degrades the earth?
Will we choose a better plan
and realize what Life is worth?