The Torrent is flowing down and down
With a whimper filled with losing everything
Saying that her brood have been trounced
By an ordinary peripheral vigor.

The trees are scarifying their lives
By giving their leaves
Where their sacrifice is
Being ground and crushed down under the feet of this common compel
In reinstate of the life of his friend

The soil is begging for
Sparing her children
By accepting the tenet of this force
in order to hoard herself from the twinge of being drenched by his blood

The firmament is bearing a lot of agony
By the gases of firing
Making an exchange offer with the force
To gratis the brood from their over lordship to make his life stable

See how the nature is bearing the sting,
In order to save the brood’s life
To see him happy and successful
But when will we awake and see that how much the nature has and is bearing pain…