Comfort Our Mother!

The sun is glittering,

 The sky is streaming,

  The birds are flying,

   And, the breeze is cooling.

Mother Earth should be preserved, 

  as she makes our life reserved.

   Her green and blue dresses are drowning;

     We should conserve 'em by bounding.

We should make a revolution,

  by making Earth anti-pollution.

   Conservation is a must;

     That's the way I trust.

Mother Earth is trying her best,

  but we are giving her a mess.

   She is sobbing,

    None is listening!

Mother Prithvi makes our lives worth living,

 but in return, we do nothing.

  Sand, land, sea and thee, you and I 're nature.

   She not bound, for the debt to be filled later.

We can't give debt back,

  Which is in our almanac.

    But still, we have something beyond

     As we have a superior bond. 

Our mother knows what's for her child,

  She gives with no chide.

   Being her child, why not Comfort her,

     desires she wants from the child of her.

She needs her green dress back,

  With the blue ornaments she had.

   It's her right to ask for it,

    Either I or we can stop her from it.

The only thing we can do is,

  Bring her the green dress back.

   From the shop of browny - the soil.

    The dress made her royal.

Words can't be expressed

  The suffering that she suffered.

   We can comfort her,

     By giving her desires colour.

Her desires aren't a herculean task,

  She wants her loss to be given back.

    If we are her dearest children,

      She is our dearest mother 

       who needs to get comfort

Simply, planting helps her,

 Deforesting frowns her.

  As a mother, she doesn't expect any other.

  As a child, our duty is to comfort our mother!