I am Mother Nature. They say am the most powerful of all, but I feel alone like the winds and birds, can no longer hear my call.

Whenever I cry the storm clouds follow and drown the cities and earth and trees.
Whenever I sleep my head is hollow, and blackness is sweeter then blue, black and bees.

People could swim in the tears I release, no one could notice my aching for peace.

If they should which no one would care, I’d hope that they’d help caress me with care

I’ve broken so much of the Great Barrier Reef, because of my anger my hatred and grief.

I am Mother Nature the most broken spirit of all, my mind are the canyons which people could fall.

My emotions are the mountains, they go up and they go down.
Yet people still walk them, makes me feel like a clown.

I relate to the deserts all flat and rocky, lonely and dry, bury me here so I can make a new oasis and cry, cry, cry.