Voice of nature

All is nature ,And its creature,
The rain falls evenly, Tree remains standly,
The earth is muddy ,And sky is cloudy,
Gives the reason of life ,
And cut the bads with knife,
Knife! what?
Thunders sudden shot,Heavy water flow,
And fast storms,Get population low,
All that subtraction ,addition,
Is nature's creation,
Well ! Its nature's choice ,
To spell these scattered voice,
Voice of a crying crowd,
Voice of a thundered cloud,
Voice of me and you, These are very few,
But nature is vast, And move too fast .
People cut trees and greenery become past.
But in future, nature will lost,
Who ! Who will pay its cost,
No one ! Hidden itself under the tree ,
No ground remains to run free
All will machine , can you imagine ,
Suffering of life , cut by a huge knife .
Knife which cut the bads ,
Now grow up yourself and trees.
To make future joy full and tention free .

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