Lays a vast and worn-out world,
struggle to absorb the humanity
A world that sometimes glow,
sometimes weary in cruelty
Home of a chirping little birds that learn to sing,
flowers decorated and the meadow dancing
deprave by havoc in shooting and killing
homeless crawling and fight starving
Floating garbage in the fat and busy river,
deadly chemical poisoning the hungry soil
Endless war that keep the earth shiver,
abundant harvest goes spoiled
Still the faithful sun shining over the suffering earth,
the rainbow embroider its color after the scarce rain
Mother nature sings with her wounded heart,
Her tears embrace the realm that needs their saint
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