Salute the scuffle of Nature

The wind she blows is invisible,

The water she gives is unholdable.

That wind is essential to breathe,

To make us alive beneath.

That water is quenching us,

While we dumping her just.

Though we gift her with pollutant,

By which we forget she's too sentient.

She always drown me deep to think,

But never sink me deeper to blink.

She's a magical mystery,

Nowadays we forgot the history.

She's our mother,

But we never bother.

We're selfish in cherishing,

By that depleting her and perishing.

She's our all and everything,

We're just fool and nothing.

"Struggling" is not us,

It's all started by us.

"Struggling" is her,

Stop things and Salute her