If the River Could Speak
poem by Kelly Hamel
music by Tony Provencher
If the river could speak of its worries and woes,
we would hear angry tears in the sadness that flows.
If the meadow could speak with a voice of its own,
we'd hear tell about people who have hearts made of stone.
If the forests could scream like a jet through the sky,
we would shudder with fear as they toppled and died.
If the wind called your name, as it sobbed through the trees,
and asked for your voice, would you silently leave?
If the ocean turned red from the blood of the earth,
would you still wash your hands of the blame?