Who’s gonna tell the storm
That its presence causes suffering?
Who’s gonna tell the wind
That it blows away the hope of others?
Who’s gonna tell the rain
The happiness it washed away?
Should we blame nature,
Or are we grown enough to suffer?
How can I blame nature
When its own creation makes her
Dry, wet, cry, and break?
The sun, the cloud, and the thunderstorm she creates,
When she cries, begs, and tries to correct,
The inner floor breaks, and sorrow surrounds the climate.

Be smart, be quick, don’t let the message down.
If you choose to remain silent,
Be prepared to face the unimaginable consequences.