So You Tell Me

So you tell me that your life has no meaning though you are doing well in a financial way You feel the light in your soul is growing dimmer pity poor you is all that I can say Financially well off but mentally unhappy that indeed does seem a sad thing to hear Wealthy in one way and poor in another that's how it does seem or it does appear You became wealthy by stealing from Nature for to build your houses your workers removed many trees And in so doing rendered homeless many creatures Nature's own karma you hardly do please You are not one who does make Nature happy and your price to karma in unhappiness you pay You've stolen from the great Goddess of Nature and unhappiness your reward for your spiritual decay Stealing from Nature you do not see it that way in removal of trees you do not see wrong You've made homeless marsupials and tree dwelling creatures you have made homeless the wild birds of song How would you feel if someone with a huge bulldozer arrived at your house at the top end of town Evicted you and rendered you homeless and had the cheek for to bulldoze your house down So you tell me that your life has no meaning though you are many times a millionaire For yourself you have sown the seeds of bad karma yet of any wrongdoings you do not seem aware.