Not to treasure it, is a tragedy...

Breathe it in, while you still can
And see the beauty of this land
All of this, is for you and me
Not to treasure it: is a tragedy..

Way up high or down below
In the vastness or moments so slow
So much wonder, so much to see
Not to treasure it: is a tragedy..

In the peoples and in the plants
In the noon day or nightly dance
So much creativeness so much glee
Not to treasure it: is a tragedy

In the mornings and in the night
In what is manifested: in plain sight
Everything's gifted to you and me
Not to treasure it: is a tragedy

In this second and in this "now"
All God's greatness wrapped up somehow
In a moment  we will will see:
Not to treasure it: is a tragedy...