In Our Hands

The Nature may have made us ,

But we are the one

Who are capable of destroying

Her mighty fortress,

Into a thousand pieces.

A picture speaks a thousand words,

But this picture is lying.

It shows our hands covering the blossoming green,

But does this spell the truth?

We are but the creators of

Our own misfortune.

Unless we don't take an almighty step,

Trust me,

This Nature , whom we are killing day by day,

Will be the reason for our death too soon.