Sun, Wind, Rain,
Are such a powerful source,
We tend to forget,
To forget,
That these are,
What give us life,

That sun,
that burns our skin,
Yet lights up,
Our day,
The sun without which,
Our eyes won't see,

That fierce wind,
We feel,
On our lips,
That light breeze,
That caresses our cheeks,

That cold showery rain,
Dripping on our skin,
That makes us tremble,
With such cold

The skies that cries along with us,
For a world whose beauty we're taking away.