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Save me a clean stream, flowing
to unpolluted seas;
lend me the bare earth, growing
untamed flowers and trees.
May I share safe skies
when I wake, every day,
with birds and butterflies?
Grant me a space where I can play
with water, rocks, trees, and sand;
lend me forests, rivers, hills, and sea.
Keep me a place in this old land,
somewhere to grow, somewhere to be.
By
Jane Whittle
