Ukraine
What worth the toil that works away,
And breaks our backs to see
A meagre growth of vegetation,
To help us to be free?
Dependent on a blade of grass,
A tree with roots so deep,
We cannot live without the hope
Of life, which does then keep
Us vital, and of lively stature,
Tall and proud of frame,
We are not free of Mother Nature,
We cannot reject her Name.
Work together, is the meter,
Do what must be done,
Preserve an inner place, and know
The life we live is One.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.