HEAL THE WORLD

Look around into the unfettered wilderness,

Tranquility drapes every corner with a serene innocence. 

Silent butterflies flap o'er the opaline flowers,

The flowers too climb high o'er the reinforced bowers.

Per sapling thou plant into the abyss of thy garth,

A hundred men can breathe pristinely o'er this sublime earth.

Green attires must enwrap the wailing world of men,

Healing nooks of lacerated crust that moan in grave disdain.

The winds above thru' the clouds must bear not venomous fumes,

Worthy flowers that adorn a garth might wilt before they bloom.

Gangling pillars of life and breath with roots inside the earth,

Soak each day such vicious fumes protecting all our garths.

All world's a resplendent kingdom with castles of divine nymphs,

They light the stars and meander thru' the starry lilac crimps.

They make the flowers bloom each day; bright amid the night,

And as Gaia's subtle silhouette; they impart true insight.

Learn o men! Learn the charms hurled as a priceless boon,

Tis our kingdom; tis our land gleaming beneath the moon.

Tis our mother; our homeland! Our arms must make it whole,

Lo! Hear her moans; her agony calls! Heal her mangled soul.