The winds are blowing colder
leaves fall to the ground
Mother Earth wants us to hold her
As she screams out without a sound
Nothing stays the same
time goes by and people change
Love turns into hate
As we let Mother Earth get out of range
Dont give into the Lonliness
Dont give into the hate
Lets leave all that in the past
It can never be to late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem