When I walk on this world, she lies down on her back for me to walk on.
When I sleep she becomes my blanket covering me from wrath of darkness and my head rest on her lap.
When I am in love, she becomes my heart.
When I am sad, she wipes my tears.
When I am angry she sobs and wind breezes touching my soul.

Oh Mother, take me and I will wipe your tears from the wound caused by your foolish children.