One Hundred Generations by Aitan Grossman   Verses   The air is getting warm,   My eyes are burning.   This is the biggest storm,   The tide is turning   I see the waiving wheat,   I see the redwood tree,   They wither in the heat.   What will become of me?     All of the bread we eat,   All of our farming,   Will there be any meat?   The world is warming.   Our streams are full of tires,   Our trees are burning   In wild forest fires.   We must start learning now.     The sun shines through the clouds   And beams right on me.   I shall not put on shrouds   To weigh upon me.   Here comes the giant flood   And fifteen hurricanes.   I’ll open flower buds   With the fresh air and the rain.     Choruses   Hawk you fly into the wild.   I am like a little child.   You and I, we share the same elation.   River run down from heaven’s hill,   Ever flow I know you will,   Lasting for 100 generations.  
 
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