The Gems Of Emerald

Come, people, rest under my shade

For you, this miracle is made

A wonder so peaceful, whose care is inexpressible,

I am made to make this world admirable

I could be of great help to thee

I give you fruits and bring rains for free

Fresh air for sale, my birds for you they shall sing

My creation in this world is such a wondrous thing

Alas, after the delights I fulfilled for thee

Thou have unleashed thy killing spree

To obtain barks of timber, Oak, and ebony

Thou have extinguished a large scale of me.