Guidance Of Mother Nature

With the vast sky and the limitless green meadow,

Our lives are blooming under Mother Nature's shadow.

The gentle breeze caresses the golden wheat fields,

Somewhere the mountains stand tall and strong, being our shield.

The rain falls tenderly; it's Mother Nature's healing tears,

Quenching the thirst of the soil and mending broken hearts' fears.

Whether you call it a day, or it seems like a night,

Mother always guides us, as the sun or with a star's twilight.

She's gifted us the rivers, symbols of life's blood pure and free,

From the snowy mountain peaks to the depths of the sea.

We are created by her soil, and we'll return the same,

A journey of transformation with a particular name.