Thrist Of The Earth
the land is so thristy.
The trees have been shrunked down,
it's hurting humanity.
No leaf on trees
no tear in eyes,
every thing is freeze up,
even clouds are dry.
Missing those day when I
used to have fun,
every where there was pleasant nature
and that pleasant sun.
But again this hell will
turn in the paradise,
when the rain would came with and
this hell will be green.
Then every where
there will be joy,
when the cloud will brust
out from the sky.
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