You give us the sands on the desert; you give us the
waves on the shore * We take what we please from the
rivers and seas and still we keep asking for more *
You give us the mountains and valleys; you give us
the trees and the air * We saw and we burn and still
we don't learn, and it seems that nobody cares * Are
you the giver who longs for the gift that you bring?
How can you always be all things to all things?
* You give us the seasons in order to nourish an build
up the land * With a plow and a hoe,
we make the seed grow, but still things get out of
hand * You give us our animal brothers,
the feather, the fur, and the fin * We trap and we
train till so few remain; we swear we won't do that
again * Are you the giver who longs for the gift that
you bring? How can you always be all things to all things?