31 JAN 87

I wish someday people would stop to listen;

Before everything disappears,

And they don't know what they're missing.

The animals, the birds, the flowers, the bees,

Everything living on the ground,

And in the trees.

Disappearing into the breeze.

Listen, listen,

Maybe you will hear,

A turtle, a dove, a deer;

But stop listening,

And in ten years.

There will be nothing.

Oh, yeah!

Maybe a falling tear.

CALDER WOLFE