|Aitan Grossman ( (unitylab.org))|
Aitan first developed a passion for environmental
stewardship through his love and care for animals and their habitats. He soon
became concerned with the pollution that he was seeing in his own community.
When Aitan was twelve, he read Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth and
became determined to do his part to protect the environment. Since he loved
writing music, he decided to share his concerns by writing a song, called 100
Generations, in order to raise awareness of environmental dangers. He invited
his friends to help record the song, and then shared it with his entire school.
Encouraged by the positive reactions to his music, Aitan obtained a copyright
for 100 Generations and put it on iTunes. Finally, he started a nonprofit
called KidEarth to promote the song and raise money for environmental
Going forward, his family took a trip to Botswana and invited
school children there to sing and record verses of Aitanís music. Through
social media, Aitan, his parents and his school community spread the word and
shared his song with students from around the world. Since then, thousands have
heard 100 Generations and have participated in singing and sharing it with even
Aitan says that to him, 'advocate' means taking a problem, taking what concerns you and doing what you can to make it better.
"All the problems for the future revolve around the environment. If we take care of it, it will take care of us."
One Hundred Generations
by Aitan Grossman
The air is getting warm,
My eyes are burning.
This is the biggest storm,
The tide is turning
I see the waiving wheat,
I see the redwood tree,
They wither in the heat.
What will become of me?
All of the bread we eat,
All of our farming,
Will there be any meat?
The world is warming.
Our streams are full of tires,
Our trees are burning
In wild forest fires.
We must start learning now.
The sun shines through the clouds
And beams right on me.
I shall not put on shrouds
To weigh upon me.
Here comes the giant flood
And fifteen hurricanes.
Iíll open flower buds
With the fresh air and the rain.
Hawk you fly into the wild.
I am like a little child.
You and I, we share the same elation.
River run down from heavenís hill,
Ever flow I know you will,
Lasting for 100 generations.