Hear the sea, the moving sea, clean and storng.
See the sky, the windy sky. Vast and clear.
Touch this tree. This living tree. Tall and green.
Now turn your eye on the thing of man:
The dirty wall and hard steet:
The dark day and the electric nights.
It’s your home, it’s your home, leave your home
Come with me to the tree and the sky and the sea.