i am a watcher, an intruder in this land
  one not to be trusted because we have
hunted and abused this land, not noticing
  our deep strong ties to it, or our care
for it as neighbor, as if unattached
  we are dust, and we return, to feed
to plant and build up, to recycle and
  give life once again in new form
in new ways, so listen to the call which
  echoes back from the hills, in the
sound of the bird, in the ripples on the
  water and roar of the ocean, look
closely and see the life which supports
  us all, brothers and sisters are we
if only we stop and watch and listen
  respecting your space and way