I want it green

I want it green, raw and wild
fruits, leaves, and seeds
and the wet soil
the fresh new-born air 
sunlight skin, bathing
in pure, crystalline water
as it should be 

But they have constructed poor structures and systems of living
They have covered the stars with their hands
They have doomed everything with their greed, echoing:
money, fame, power, money
While true souls are burning, yearning

How I love to look at you
And stab a dagger into your throat
Whole falling star and a nightmare

I pray, “Earth, Earth…”
As a bird sits on my shoulder, wishing
that everything was on fire.