Hidden Wealth

This globe,

Which revolves,

Around on,

It's the axis.

It's a,

Mine of,

Never-ending wealth.

It supports,

All the inhabitants,

In whatever,

The situation is.

Therefore it's,

Like mother,

Takes care of all.

Whatever one wants,

It provides,

With open arms,

Never rejects,

Any demand.

It's like,

Godmother of all.

But if we cross limits,

Then she is a mother,

Duty-bound to teach.

And she gives,

Mild shocks,

By excessive flooding,

Or earthquakes or landslides.

And humans,

Being devoted sons and daughters,

Immediately respond,

With efforts,

To cure,

The inflated wounds.