Conservation - Eliza Gilkyson

Ancient kings on ancient thrones

From Ninevah to Babylon

Built pyramids to hoard their bones in

Far from the ground they walked upon

And man for his immortal sake

Conceals his bones in steel and wood

He leaves a desert in his wake

That ne’er can serve a greater good

I have no god, no king or savior

No world beyond the setting sun

I’ll give my thanks for one more day here

And go to ground when my time has come

I beg you make my burial ground

A feast for eyes and ears instead

With trees and birds and flowers abounding

Where those who mourn may be comforted

I have no god, no king or savior

No world beyond the setting sun

I’ll give my thanks for one more day here

And go to ground when my time has come

What if the day be dark or fair?

Just dig a hole and drop me in

My mother earth will never care for

All that I’ve done and everywhere I’ve been

To feed a wild and growing thing

Is all I’ll ever ask of fame

And maybe on a day in springtime

A little bird will sing my name

I have no god, no king or savior

No world beyond the setting sun

I’ll give my thanks for one more day here

And go to ground when my time has come