The Beauty of Earth

The beauty you have is endless

Not satisfied watching you all days.

In all objects O mother, I feel you

As the grass takes a bath with dew,

When the birds are chirping on the tree

The darkness is dispelled and let them free,

When the petal expands the heart

In no time I draw the beautiful art,

The busy bees collecting honey

When spring arrives with a box of money,

In rainy day the Earth looks like a queen

So magnetism so jewellery can be seen,

When winter comes wearing the crown

Made of ice I do my head down.

O Earth, I have no more words to say

'Mom, I love you'- this begins my day.