Dawn turns to dusk.
Dusk turns to dawn.
Wind blows the dust,
through the clouds the light shone.
Through a valley of reeds,
with the snow fresh on the ground.
I felt all the worlds needs,
on a level so profound.
Around me she slept,
while her children lived their lives.
She's dying from their neglect.
Through her passing we thrive.
Our intention be pure, as we want only the best.
Only few search for a cure as her health digress.
Let her pleads be heard in the places she weeps.
Where oil covers the birds, and through rocks the pollution seeps.
The industry grow wild as we tear apart her skin.
Your Earths child too but her patience grow thin.