Out relaxing in my huge garden
Thus a thunderous cry...

I stand among creatures and people
Like a shadow
around every man's house
They see me and do all sorts of nonsense
On my back
As if am not a living creatures
As if am not any purpose to you
Still you strike, wound and kick harder
on my back.

Agriculture, engineers destroy me with their tools
wounding and using me carelessly
I pretended as if I don't know anything
armies trample, invade and destroy me
With their bombs and dangerous weapons
Still I kept quiet
Agriculturists work on every minute of the day
on me
Just for search of minerals
All these things I see
Made me to cry.