I'm suggesting it'd serve you to be a better observer,
recognize the many lives that pepper and curtain
the weathered surface of the Terra-firma.
A trendsetter learner's extra sermon, stepping further,
to help collect the murmur of what's left to sternum.
Accept a firmer tender verdict lesson, worded with pleasured fervor:
if every person literally littered messy earth with their experiences,
the pestered birth of gated-community-service wretched workers
would result in weariness.
Grab the garbage, start a collage,
bring it to college, fight the mirage,
accept reality, except realistic
cynical viewpoints. form opinions
influenced by your futuristic waste visions,
stare within the human culture:
you've been cultured,
spare the women! spear the simians
living in a world of folk lore
choked, gorged with gross porn
and stoked wars, hope for a new culture that cultivated,
motivated individuals, win with full -glasses,
as you pull past this still grass filled with pills and trash.
The new society,
not purchasing products but buying these
subjects that we've brought up,
raised humanitarian worldviews,
instead of razing and tearing in worlds you hurled through.
Created a sister/brotherhood
where another would have understood
that we're making a mess but staking in fresh
concepts where sentiments many heads forget
mesh into a blessed dress that lady liberty
both bets and attests it would be best to test
and arrest the stress in this culturally aggressive but fertile crest.

Chorus:
It may not seem all that profound, or even environmentally sound,
but when I look down at the ground, I’ve found something that simply astounds,
for every inanimate object abound, there's a story it revolves around.

One man's trash and the next man protects it,
but what if the first man simply changed his perspective?
Let's live in a collectively accepting collective
reflecting the beautiful collection of pollution sections
using the crucial methods of non prejudice
mutually respected brethren represented
so perfectly by the mosaic of thrown away bits.
Each and every abandoned peace declares to me
another tale of travel indiscriminately planted
adjacently so it's a cosmic metaphoric microcosm
analyzing the advantages of variety or unifying
creed and aligning peace in a horror free
geography and society
with no boundaries and pardon me,
but I've found in these subtle harvest flings
of discarded garbage and things
is unintentional but vitally mentionable artistry,
where harmony isn't synonymous with homogenous,
bonding all of us, launching thrusts
through societal bounds and leaps.
Lets not be bound, but free!
And now I plead:
salvage some of this magic trash,
clean up your savagely tragically racially combatant act
and ask your neighbor to act with it,
it's clearly no accident we all act different,
I'm flabbergasted those facets have you distracted,
consider that fact that magnets are attracted to antonyms.
shake the hand of all peacefully and prejudice free and
you'll shake free the prejudice from all hands increasing peace
this epiphany came to me aiming to see the beauty in all things
so similarly believe all beings are being and breathing truthfully
beautifully and unity is soon to be what you will see.

Chorus:
It may not seem all that profound, or even environmentally sound,
but when I look down at the ground, I’ve found something that simply astounds,
for every inanimate object abound, there's a story it revolves around.