As I awoke, to greet the moon
Before it says "goodbye",
My heartbeat keeps time to the chirps of birds
Who sing their morning lullaby.

I rest my feet upon
The cold, damp wooden floor.
I drink my glass of sunshine
And I am headed for the door.

I say to the woods "Come to your mother!
Your mother will do you no harm.
Put your tiny hands in mine
And let the breezes to you charm."

The animals all come to greet me.
The bushes and shrubs dance at my feet.
I cannot wait for the rise of morrow
So this whole glorious cycle can repeat.

I walk along the beaten path.
A path I dare not tread before.
It feels as if the day has past me
But the dial reads half past four.

I am withering away.
My children have deserted me.
I need 6 billion heroes.
Though few seem to see.

I wish to continue my life.
To live with my children in harmony.
So I have just one question:
Will you please save me?