A child speaks
Will people never learn,
That meadows should be played in.
How long before they really know,
That streams are made to walk in.
They should be shown and make to see,
That caves were made to walk in.
Instead, they build their houses tight,
As though they're meant to stay in.
Will people never, never learn
The world was meant to play in.
I would love to know who the author of this poem is. If anyone knows would you please let me know.