The thoughts that you creat, form your mind
To either make you wise or blind
Positive thoughts, comfort and heal
Negative thoughts, trouble and kill
The ground complains :
I am the Ground , mother Earth's face ,
Great and mighty , holy and blessed ,
Humble enough to be under your feet ,
All I long and ask is , little love and respect .
We've agreed about the steps you should take ,
To keep our teamwork and maintain our friendship ,
But you dig beyond the depth I gave ,
The bedrooms of resting Floods and Quakes .
I have ears , more than two , this you should know !
Eyes that cry , much more than you do !
The dreadful Floods ? Those are my tears !
Tears , I'd been holding for years !
Who'd like to hear the contents of my heart ?
Who cares when my teardrops start ?
Dead are the roots that give me strength ,
No more trees and graceful grass of green !
Hear ! Your heavy equipments' sound is small ,
Against the angry mother Nature's roar !
Floods and Quakes , work hand and hand ,
I can't help but slide to kill millions of men !
A deep breath to ease my pains ,
Forms the storms and wildest winds ,
Angry Thunders and destructive Rains ,
Are all expressions of my complains !
The Humble Ground, My Friend And Home
Mightier than me, so strong and great ,
But humble enough to be under my feet ,
Dead or alive, I'm bound to it ,
That is the ground, on which I step .
It Knows my birth, my first steps ,
In its arms, I use to rest ,
It played with me when I was small ,
On its lap, I use to roll .
I fly high up the sky with glee ,
I sail along the deep blue sea ,
But not so long, I turn around ,
I long, I love to touch the ground .
It's not the sky and clouds of white ,
It's not the stars that shines so bright ,
My dwelling place, my only home ,
It's Earth, the Ground where I belong .