She was a daffodil peddler Dallying in petals as only a floraphile can. And I saw her on the brink of the water Where the waves lit the earth Wet the sands. There have been a thousand boats That have crossed this water And we have lived through a million storms And with all the thunder that has crashed the buildings Set fire to trees, and scorched this earth We are still here And are learning patience Despite our foibles, and the human curse. And yes maybe Just maybe We can return to the land of animals Four footed walkers, And we, two footed creatures Can find a way to be as wise. And these cities, they can grow flowers And these machines, they can disappear And yes indeed my good friends these are our choices If we see the petal pusher in front of us dead. And she's here Walking on this shore So pay attention Take time to see And all of you on the banks running through your things On your calls and your machines Take heed Its time to put on the brakes and understand That this is our planet damn, we will make it If we just receive. So please, sweet one Child with the white robes, Let us ride your white robes To a brand new right here. And THIS here Will be the one we build Until Olympus is all around And Atlantis can once again Rise from the ocean And the musical, beautiful sound will resound And shake in every tree So the tree reverberates with you and I And I can feel you and I Deep inside me, and vice versa. Take my hand And she will take yours and understand, We will walk on the earth as if that earth was sky And every cloud-- They will nod, they will know you. They will know us For what we were What we are And what we will be In the future far.