Islands, Mountains, Forests, Swamps, Plains
We all have trekked through the lands
With our very own hands
Spending away the clock
We can't escape the fate
No point in trying to Negate
Which may come as a Shock
But let things Nourish
And everything will flourish
After all you don't want to miss
The sky's Last Kiss
For each verse
Is our curse
Because they are Always Watching
For you to make the wrong tap
So they can spring out their trap