All to me, all to mine
The Earth with sun and moon divine.
From heavens fall gifts but of what we know not
Only in our heads, our prayers begot.
Wind whispers in anxiousness-
to our excavation of lands.
Telling the sea and the mother of our wondrous plans,
To fill this planet with people, up to the brim
whilst nature takes to hide in the ever growing dim.
We must appreciate the true wonderments of mother earth,
she remain forever our sacred center hearth.
No more will waste be found in the seas,
wind no longer carrying disease.
The people are happy, the earth has recovered.
The earth, one woman, our sacred mother.