The odes of time are against us
were no longer in control.
Our world is fast at changing
just like our mortal sole.
The fires burn upon our earth
and seas reach out in aw.
While winds that calmly searched the earth
now come knocking at our door.
The lightning strikes at its own will
while whirlwinds tear and rip.
And fluffy white clouds that used to be.
Thrash us like a whip.
Our buildings were not built to stay
and crumble in the storm.
While fields of mud cover out towns
and leave us without a home.
So why do we keep on punishing
the savior of our land.
Not helping redeem our nature
so all can understand.
It is up to us as people
to rid our world of shame
And help the land replenish
so all can live again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man should not ignore the natural environment when building his life.