A river doesn't start
In any one place
Mountains have no names
And winters no heart
There's always the sun
Shining up high
The oceans and the sky
Belong to no one
Except to Humans
The moon is always full
There is no 5 PM
No splendour, no shame
No evil, no beautiful
The colour of a skin
Or the shape of a nose
In no way shows
A difference of kin
Except to Humans
Except to Humans
There isn't such a thing
As torture in nature
No past, no future
Nor first day of spring
No place is a desert
No suicide, no sin
No preachers, no wasting
No good, no dirt
Except to Humans
There is no purity
Nor insecurity
And no insanity
Nor inhumanity
Except to Humans
Except to Humans
Except to Humans
Except to Humans
There is no Verity
And no eternity
Nor inhumanity
Except to you
