Our Mother

The nature is our mother,

Replenishing us with things greater than any other;

Fulfills our every need

Though also when we do inferior deeds.

Of the world she is the boss,

But we are never repentant towards her cause;

Her heart is softer than of cashmere

She watches, as we destroy her, in despair.

Demolishing nature is not necessary,

While doing this to her, we are not doing justice fairly.