My dear Mother Earth,
I like to touch your heart.
For any other reason,
Your skin is falling apart.
I feel the difference between me and the system.
I don't want to hurt you.
I know it's wrong when we planned out your colours and your soul.
But they think it's right because they want to build a home.
They don't believe that you feel the pain.
But I can see the tears coming with the rain.
Can you feel my hands?
They protect what is yours.
They can feel the spirit and won't ever let it go.
You're the roots of life,
But they do what they do.
They forgot the reason we breathe is you.
Dear Mother Earth,
Your surface and your depth.
You wait for the sun to shine,
For the sun to set.
A million creatures,
A million different features.
Your versatility makes the world unique,
Yes.
I can feel your strength by the look at a tree.
The mountains and the forests with all their sympathy.
I can hear a thousand voices of the wind and the sea.
Of animals and plants.
Are they talking to me?
Take a deep breath in the middle of the woods.
Leaves,
Earth,
Roots and take a special look.
Can you see the colors of a tree in autumn or in spring?
The cherry blossom.
One,
Two,
Three,
Gonna cast.
You
