Nature Turned Black
The gentle flowers
Drifting down the path ahead
Puts in me a peace
I would like to know
Why the aura here seems
To me a calm ocean
Pondering again
Within the sacred nature
What then used to be
Now the perfect ground
Is trampled in industry
Oh, terrible crime
Sighing in dismay
I walk again upon leaves
Towards my way home
Drifting down the path ahead
Puts in me a peace
I would like to know
Why the aura here seems
To me a calm ocean
Pondering again
Within the sacred nature
What then used to be
Now the perfect ground
Is trampled in industry
Oh, terrible crime
Sighing in dismay
I walk again upon leaves
Towards my way home