Beautiful mother nature
As the gentle breeze blows past mine ears
I hear whispers of cries, whispers of tears
Oh sweet green
Has man turned again
How beautiful the colour blue was
And the chill it brought suited you thus,
And now it melts away
Like the labour of our heroes past every day
How lovely the trees where
Their green clothing and brown underwear
Such beautiful sight punished,
Felled and carried as rubbish
The stench of beautiful flowers
That attract butterflies at early hours
Mowed down to be seen,
An expected rural scene
Some say you are a destroyer
Some say you\'re a wicked mother
Your ruthless aggression
Causes Volcanic eruption
Hurricane, thunder storms, flood
Which though wastes man blood
But dear mother, you still love us
As the food we eat still is and was
You still care about your children
Even though your worst enemies are man
But why? O! Why?
Why has man not heard your cry?
O sweet mother
Why are they bent to torture and to slaughter?
If thou can just open their eyes o mother
To see such beauty they murder
O nature
For you have given natura to the world
O beautiful nature
My ode to thee