"environmental stewardship," a poem

earth, wind, fire and rain,   
we're sowing through our hearts again,  
and though we ever see anew,   
I always think of you...      

earth, wind, fire and rain,   
we're viewing with our hearts in vain,   
and though we blindly see it through,   
I always think of you...      

mountains, valleys, hills,   
we're glorying through our minds as thrills,   
and though we ever press the view,   
I always think of you...      

mountains, valleys, hills,   
we're knowing in our minds with kill,   
and though we press our burdens few,   
I always think of you...